Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 265:

Overcome by the weight of their conversation, Brian felt drained. He didn’t respond—he simply turned away and silently left the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Rachel wrapped herself in a towel and methodically dried her hair. After a few minutes, she emerged, moving with a detached air toward the wardrobe to pick out her clothes.

“What are you doing?” Brian’s voice was low, his grip firm as he clasped her wrist, his gaze unwavering.

Rachel exhaled softly, her exhaustion taking precedence over any desire to protest. “If we’re saying goodbye, let’s make it final,” she murmured. “My hair’s dry. I’ll leave as soon as I’ve changed.”

Brian’s fingers tightened instinctively, his voice rough with suppressed emotion. “Stay. Just for tonight.”

Rachel replied, her voice steady yet quiet. She couldn’t bear the thought of prolonging this undefined connection, where every moment felt

word; I won’t cross any lines.” His voice was firm yet tinged with desperation. When Rachel remained silent, he pressed further. “It’s

considered her words. “Fine,”

was already on the

of the situation, Rachel slid under the covers, her voice barely audible. “Thank you. I’m

to speak, but the words seemed to dissolve

body, once lively and full of energy, now felt delicate and fragile,

of her earlier resistance stopped him in his tracks. His hand hovered briefly, then fell

don’t need to sleep on the edge,” he said, his voice softer than usual. “There’s plenty of room, and the covers are wide enough. You

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the edge of the blanket, her fingers pale against the fabric.