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?”

you just said it was too cold and not

for words,

“I was talking about you and that intern. With you

and the crisp air felt rejuvenating. The neon

struck Brian suddenly. “Why don’t we

hint of hope. “It’s

the scenes of TV dramas, the leading man 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

in hand. Time swiftly passed, and they covered

especially since she had skipped dinner. The air was filled with tantalizing scents from street vendors who had set up their

pulling at Brian’s sleeve. “Brian,

“Just tell me if

eyes darted to a nearby

Brian aback. However, reassured by her decisive tone,

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

shorter or accustomed to it, but for a tall man like Brian, it posed an obvious

guilt. Noticing Brian’s hesitation, she quickly offered reassurance. “I know these seats are quite low. I’ll eat quickly so

looking around, proposed

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

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

was impossible to miss—attracting glances from passersby. Realizing his

followed was

he awkwardly folded his long legs and settled down, the inevitable happened—a sudden crack sounded through

off guard and nearly hit the ground. His quick reflexes allowed him to steady

of such a dashing man collapsing a

her mouth with her hand. It had been ages since she’d laughed

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