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.

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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 important to

her wrist, his grip firm and unyielding. “Why are you doing this?” he asked,

just don’t want you to get

eyes. “Are you sure? This isn’t just some tactic to win

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

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again, his voice skeptical. “Are you

her brows knitting together as she met his gaze. “Yes, I do have a request,” she answered, her voice steady

was exactly what Brian had anticipated, and the realization hit him harder than he cared to admit. For a fleeting moment, he wished she would lie, just once, to give him some small comfort.

bare, Rachel knew there was no point in holding back any longer. She took a slow breath, her voice soft but firm as she spoke, the words heavy with desperation. “Brian, I know Jeffrey was wrong to stab you. It