Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 51

Chapter 51:

Rachel lifted her head, her glistening eyes filled with unshed tears, and gazed at Brian with a tender, vulnerable expression. “I’m cold,” she whispered, her voice barely audible as she clutched tightly at the front of his shirt, her fingers trembling slightly.

Brian’s response was a soft chuckle, resonating in the quiet darkness. His laughter was captivating, a rare glimpse of lightness that seemed to cut through the tension between them.

“What’s so amusing?” Rachel asked, her voice muffled and tinged with a hint of nasal congestion, as though she were fighting back tears.

Brian’s gaze softened, the corners of his lips curving into a tender smile. “If you need me to hold you, all you have to do is ask. I promise I won’t tease you about it,” he said, his voice low and soothing, the warmth making her heart race.

“I didn’t say that!” Rachel retorted quickly, trying to hide the fluttering in her chest. “You’re the one assuming things.”

Brian leaned in, his eyes dancing with affection and a hint of mischief. “Alright, alright,” he conceded, his tone light yet filled with a deep, comforting care. “Let’s say I’m the one insisting on holding you. I’ll take full responsibility. How’s that?”

Without waiting for her to respond, he swept her effortlessly into his arms, lifting her with a natural, possessive grace.

Swathed in the folds of Brian’s oversized coat, Rachel’s slender figure was almost entirely hidden, save for her eyes, which glimmered faintly from within the fabric’s embrace. His body heat radiated toward her, dispelling the icy numbness that had taken hold of her. Gradually, a soothing warmth began to seep back into her limbs, thawing the cold that had clung to her.

As the elevator descended, a question surfaced in her mind, breaking the quiet between them. “How did you find me?” she asked, her voice muffled by the coat.

hub

answered simply, his

location without thinking. But another thought nagged at her. “When I called you earlier, you were still in Amberfield. How did

shifted slightly, his cheek grazing hers in a fleeting touch. He paused, his gaze steady and intense, as if weighing his words. “What do you think?” he murmured, his voice carrying a

heart pounding as she summoned the

Rachel like a promise. There

her head resting against his chest. The rhythmic thud

lay on the bed, but sleep stubbornly eluded her. Her mind raced through a thousand thoughts,

entered the room. Without a word, he moved toward

Rachel, still awake and slightly restless, didn’t resist. Instead, she let herself relax, her body leaning into the warmth of his chest, the rhythmic rise and fall of his

rested his chin on her shoulder, his arms tightening slightly around her as if anchoring her to him. It was as if he feared she might slip away if he

the kind of sound that wrapped around her like a comforting blanket, calm yet undeniably

thumping in a

her, his warmth mingling with hers. His breath was warm against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. “If you’re not tired,” he murmured softly, “how about we do something

closer in recent days, the memory of that night still lingered like

looked away, her voice barely a whisper. “I’m sorry… I just… I’m

linger in the air, a sudden burst

fireworks, painting the dark canvas with bursts of vibrant color.

her was far more breathtaking than any fireworks she had seen before. Her breath caught as a blue firework shot into the night,