Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 463:

The man’s voice was cold and clipped, snapping Rachel out of her daze. She turned to the one leading the group, her voice soft but pleading. “Just five minutes, okay? Please.”

He hesitated, but remembering Wilson’s attitude towards her, he gave a small nod. “Fine. Five minutes. No more.”

Rachel nearly choked on her relief. “Thank you. Five minutes—that’s all I need.”

Without another word, she started toward Brian.

As soon as she could make out Brian’s features, she stopped in her tracks. She hadn’t planned to approach him, much less speak to him. She only wanted to see him, to make sure he was okay, to check if he was hurt.

Peering from around the corner, she saw Brian standing tall, his posture as composed as ever. Fresh from a shower, he wore a crisp white shirt and black trousers, exuding a quiet elegance that seemed untouched by confinement.

The image sent a wave of déjà vu crashing over her. It was just like the first time they met. Back then, he had also worn white and black—though instead of a dress shirt and trousers, it had been a plain white T-shirt and black slacks.

Back

pulled her out of the water without hesitation. Yet after everything—after years together—he ignored her when

fingers so fast. The moments she had desperately clung to had long since dissolved into nothing. She was the only one still trapped

her breath. From this moment on, she owed

Rachel turned and

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“Alright.”

long after, a woman entered. Without a word, she placed two pieces of clothing in front of Rachel, her expression

in, a whip gripped tightly in his hand. And just like that, she understood. Her punishment was a lashing,

herself. The sooner this ended, the sooner she could go home to Jeffrey. If

stand or lie down?” Rachel asked,

off guard. He hesitated before answering, “Standing