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?”

an eyebrow, “I thought you just

a loss for words,

of arrogance, “I was talking about you and that

the crisp air

Brian suddenly. “Why don’t we walk

hint of hope. “It’s a

his girlfriend. But Brian’s reply deviated from the script. “If that happens, Ronald can

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

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

Brian’s sleeve. “Brian, are

me if you’re

to a nearby stall.

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

smile of satisfaction spread across Rachel’s face. She led Brian to a quaint small stall and took a seat. The setup included

it, but

twinge of guilt. Noticing Brian’s hesitation, she quickly offered reassurance. “I know these seats are quite

looking around, proposed an

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

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

was impossible to miss—attracting

followed was entirely

long legs and settled down, the inevitable happened—a sudden crack sounded

quick reflexes

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

mouth with her hand. It had been

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