Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 57

Chapter 57:

As Rachel and Brian were about to leave the auction house, several journalists paused and eagerly captured the scene in the rain with their cameras. Caught off guard, Rachel whispered, “We’re drawing a lot of attention!”

Brian, with a tone of nonchalance yet filled with assurance, responded, “I’m just holding my wife-to-be. Who cares what they think?”

“Don’t forget, you told everyone I’m merely a manager of your company,” Rachel pointed out.

“It doesn’t matter. This is just the type of scandal that fuels the press. They can spin their stories as they like.” He dismissed it with ease, showing no concern for the potential headlines.

Walking slowly under one umbrella towards their car, Brian deliberately reduced his pace. He squeezed her hand tightly, a gesture that was uncommon for him and often signified he was preoccupied or troubled by something.

“What’s on your mind?” Rachel looked at him, concern evident in her expression.

Brian slipped her hand into his coat pocket before he finally spoke up awkwardly. “No more sharing an umbrella with that intern when it rains. Romantic walks in the rain? More like just cold.”

Rachel couldn’t help but tease him, “He has a name, you know. Stop calling him ‘the intern.'”

Brian gave her a look, one eyebrow raised. “Is that what this is about? You shouldn’t be under the same umbrella with him, period.”

Rachel meekly nodded in agreement. “Okay.”

Brian was clearly not convinced by her brief affirmation. “Just ‘okay’? That’s it? You sound so indifferent,” he mocked her tone.

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Rachel found herself at a loss for words. Wasn’t she simply mimicking his usual way of speaking? And now he was taking issue with it? “Let’s just head to the car,” she suggested, swiftly changing the topic.

Brian resisted, holding back her hand. “Why the hurry? The rain’s coming down so softly. Isn’t this a perfect moment for a romantic stroll?”

thought you just said it was too

for

with a hint of arrogance, “I was talking about you and

rain had left the streets gleaming, and the crisp air felt rejuvenating.

Brian suddenly.

of hope. “It’s a long way

would typically offer to carry his girlfriend. But Brian’s reply deviated from the script. “If that happens, Ronald can keep pace with us in the car. You can get in whenever

the vibrant streets, hand in hand. Time swiftly passed,

filled with tantalizing

Brian’s sleeve.

if you’re hungry. What would you like to

to a nearby

Brian aback. However, reassured by her decisive tone, he agreed. “Alright, whatever you

to a quaint small stall and took a seat. The setup included low

to it, but

reassurance. “I know these seats are quite low. I’ll eat quickly so you won’t have

looking around, proposed an

that alright?” Brian said, noticing several young women who had gathered nearby, all eyeing

hub. During rush hour, Brian’s sharp features and polished appearance naturally

stall in his perfectly tailored suit and tie, he was impossible to miss—attracting glances from

followed was entirely

folded his long legs and settled down, the inevitable happened—a sudden crack sounded through the air. The seat beneath him collapsed,

reflexes allowed him to steady himself with one hand, narrowly avoiding a

onlookers, amused by the sight of such a dashing man collapsing a stool just

her hand. It had been

a fierce look. “Rachel Marsh,” he said, his tone