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.

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your latest post,” Brian answered simply,

“When I called you earlier, you were still in Amberfield. How did you get here

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 quiet

summoned the courage to voice her thoughts.

the word wrapping around Rachel like a promise.

gratitude washed over Rachel. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice trembling. Without hesitation, she leaned into him, her head resting against his chest. The rhythmic thud of his heartbeat filled her ears, a steady, reassuring cadence that anchored her in the moment. By the

Her mind raced through a thousand thoughts, none

entered the room. Without a word, he

her gently into his arms, settling her against him. 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

her to him. It was as if he feared she might slip away if he loosened his grip

Brian’s voice, low and rich in the silence of the room, was the kind of sound that wrapped around her like

her heart thumping in a soft rhythm

nuzzled 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 fun

racing to grasp his implication. Though their relationship had grown closer in recent days, the memory of

shoulders quivered slightly as she looked away, her voice barely a whisper. “I’m sorry… I just… I’m not really in the

sudden

of fireworks, painting the dark canvas with

far more breathtaking than any fireworks she had seen before. Her breath caught