Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 95

Chapter 95:

“That’s fine.”

Once Brian had departed, Rachel retreated to the sofa. As she tucked her arm under the blanket, a cold sensation touched the back of her hand.

Lifting her hand, she saw nothing amiss, yet the distinct aroma of ointment was unmistakable.

Her eyes landed on the ointment tube on the table, realizing that Brian had applied it when she was unaware.

Her feelings were mixed. Did Brian genuinely care for her, or was she reading too much into it?

The second reason seemed far more likely. It seemed more probable that he felt guilty about the recent incident involving Jeffrey. His actions were probably driven by pity.

The following morning, after getting ready, Rachel promptly made her way to his place.

Upon knocking, Brian’s voice invited her inside. “Come in.”

greeted by

was already in the sleeve, while the other still hung loose. His chest was partially

gaze instinctively fixed on his toned, muscular chest and

nonetheless found the timing of their

to him. “Please finish dressing. I’ll

the magic

“Okay.”

she found herself waiting longer than

restless, she called out,

hand?” His voice floated

“With what exactly?”

I can’t manage to get my

her watch, Rachel

gaze lowered to the floor, avoiding any eye contact or inadvertent glances at his

right arm tends to weaken after waking up. I’ve been struggling to maneuver it into the