Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 565:

The room fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the faint sound of their breathing. Brian’s face remained calm, almost stoic, but beneath the surface, a cold detachment had settled in.

Sensing the weight of the moment, Rachel struggled to find the right words. When none came, she shifted the topic, her voice gentle but tentative. “Are you thirsty? Let me get you some water.”

Brian didn’t respond, his silence speaking volumes. He sat there, his gaze distant, as though he were somewhere far removed from the room, lost in the quiet that had settled between them.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” Rachel asked, her voice gentle, though a hint of uncertainty lingered in her tone.

“No,” Brian replied, his tone calm and detached.

Rachel pressed her lips together, the weight of his silence settling between them. She, too, fell quiet, unsure of how to bridge the distance that seemed to grow with each passing second.

with it a chill. Rachel’s concern deepened; she quickly moved to close the window, eager to shield him from

from half of his body. Without hesitation, she hurried to tuck him in, smoothing the fabric gently. “The weather can be unpredictable, and you’re still recovering. It’s

Brian’s fingers closed around her wrist, his grip firm and

calmly, “I just don’t want you

in his eyes. “Are you sure? This isn’t just some tactic to win my favor so I’ll

softly. Though part of her hoped he might reconsider Jeffrey’s situation, her

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studied her for a long moment before speaking again, his voice skeptical. “Are you certain? You don’t have any other requests from

together as she met his gaze. “Yes,

than he cared to admit. For a fleeting moment, he wished she would lie, just once, to give him some small comfort. But she didn’t, not even to offer

she spoke, the words heavy with desperation. “Brian, I know Jeffrey was wrong to stab you. It was entirely his fault, but please,