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

her hesitation, Jeffrey grew concerned. “Please, just

she whispered, her voice

a small bite. But the flood of

down her cheeks, each landing softly on the bread

her chest, she forced herself to

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

surprise. After yesterday’s string of rejections, she had not expected him to

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large bites of the bread. Her haste led her to choke, prompting Jeffrey to hand her a glass of water promptly. “Take it easy, Rachel. Slow down, drink some milk… there’s no need to rush,” he advised, his voice faltering slightly

calmed her coughing with a few gulps of