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.”

she was unexpectedly greeted by the sight of him

on a shirt; one arm was already in the sleeve, while the other still hung loose. His chest was partially visible, with the black buttons straining

gaze instinctively fixed on his toned, muscular chest and the smooth tan of

nonetheless found the timing of

back to him. “Please finish dressing. I’ll wait outside until

magic

“Okay.”

found herself waiting longer

she called

lend me a hand?” His

“With what exactly?”

sleeve. I can’t manage to

her watch, Rachel hesitated but

that he wasn’t fully clothed, she deliberately kept her gaze lowered to the floor, avoiding any eye contact

after waking up. I’ve been struggling to maneuver it into the sleeve comfortably,” he