Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 325:

For their evening meal, Rachel chose a restaurant with a yard, which stirred memories of her grandmother’s home—a place of simplicity, warmth, and nostalgia. The yard boasted two inviting deck chairs, perfect for an evening under the stars.

After dinner, they reclined on the chairs, their gazes fixed on the shimmering night sky. For a fleeting moment, it felt as though they had been transported back to their childhood, a time of innocence and ease. Jeffrey’s worries seemed to dissipate in this tranquil setting, replaced by a rare sense of calm.

The following morning, Jeffrey was up early, dressed in relaxed clothing. When Rachel got up, he greeted her cheerfully, “Good morning, Rachel. I got you some bread and milk. Have a taste.” Rachel glanced down and immediately recognized the bread; it was from her favorite bakery, a place quite far away and always bustling with long queues. Securing that bread typically meant either rising at dawn or enduring a tedious wait; there were no shortcuts.

As she held the bread, she was struck by its warmth. “It’s still warm,” she murmured, surprised.

Jeffrey rubbed the back of his neck, a touch of bashfulness in his expression. “I heated it in the microwave. Have a taste.”

“Alright,” Rachel replied softly.

her hands, and she hesitated, unable to

concerned. “Please, just try a bite,” he urged

I’ll eat it,” she whispered, her

managed a small bite. But the flood of emotions she

landing softly on the bread in

ache in her chest, she forced herself to finish the bread, now damp with

the silence, his tone hesitant. “Rachel, take your time. I… I think I’ll go out

again?” Rachel’s voice carried a note of surprise. After yesterday’s string of rejections, she had not expected him to

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to choke, prompting Jeffrey to hand her a glass of water promptly. “Take it easy, Rachel. Slow down,

coughing with a few gulps