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?”

retorted, raising an eyebrow, “I thought you just said it was too cold

for

explained with a hint of arrogance, “I was talking about you and that intern. With you and

the streets gleaming, and the crisp air felt rejuvenating.

Brian suddenly. “Why don’t

hint of hope. “It’s a long way back. What if I get

carry his girlfriend. But Brian’s reply deviated from the script. “If that happens, Ronald can keep pace with us in the car.

chatting, Brian and Rachel meandered through the vibrant streets, hand in hand. Time swiftly passed, and

unexpectedly stirred Rachel’s appetite, especially since she had skipped dinner. The air was filled with tantalizing scents from street vendors who had set up their stalls,

at Brian’s sleeve. “Brian, are you

tell me if you’re hungry. What would you like

eyes darted to a nearby

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

quaint

to it, but for

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

looking around,

just stand. Is that alright?” Brian said, noticing several young women who had gathered

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

suit and tie, he was impossible to miss—attracting glances from

was

sudden crack sounded

hit the ground. His quick reflexes

of such a dashing man

to hold back, covered her mouth with her hand. It had been ages since she’d

with a fierce look.