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.”

bear the thought of prolonging this undefined connection, where every

firm yet tinged with desperation. When Rachel remained silent, he pressed further. “It’s too late to go out alone. It isn’t

lowered as she considered her words. “Fine,” she finally

Brian was already on the bed, his imposing figure stretched across the mattress. He had

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

parted as if to speak, but the words seemed to dissolve before they could form. In the end, he simply

chill of the night. Her body, once lively and full of energy, now felt delicate

her earlier resistance stopped him in his tracks. His hand hovered briefly, then fell slowly to his side, the weight of unspoken words and past hesitation hanging in the air. He cleared his throat, the sound sharp in the quiet

the edge,” he said, his voice softer than usual. “There’s plenty of room, and the covers are wide enough. You can

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fingers pale against the fabric. “Thank you, but it’s really not necessary,”