Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 582:

Brian, in contrast, appeared effortlessly patient. His piercing eyes followed her with quiet intensity, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. To Rachel, his gaze felt unnervingly predatory, like a sleek, elegant hunter, exuding both danger and refinement as he watched her approach.

When Rachel finally reached Brian, standing just within arm’s reach, she took a deep breath and said in a steady but strained voice, “I was late coming up. You can punish me as you see fit.”

“Punish?” Brian echoed the word, rolling it over his tongue with quiet amusement. His gaze never left her, his eyes scanning her with a calculating intensity.

Rachel felt a knot tighten in her stomach, her discomfort palpable. She didn’t dare speak, merely offering a small nod in response. She knew there was no use in trying to explain herself; Brian wouldn’t listen, nor would he care. It seemed wiser to face whatever punishment Brian had in store head-on, even if it meant enduring his demands for a few more days or catering to any whims he might present. She would do whatever it took to make amends.

“Come, sit,” Brian said, his tone unexpectedly calm as he gestured to the spot beside him on the sofa.

composed demeanor. She had expected anger, even hostility, but his quiet authority only heightened

she prepared for what might come next. To Rachel’s

the unexpected request. “Not interested?” Brian raised an

𝗦𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺: ⳑ𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⸬𝖼𝗈𝗺

Rachel replied quickly, her mind racing. Was this really her punishment, just sitting through a film with him? The simplicity of it left her uneasy, her thoughts swirling with uncertainty. As the movie began, Rachel braced herself for him to make things difficult, but Brian simply leaned back in his seat, his focus entirely on the screen. He didn’t look at her, didn’t speak, and seemed completely absorbed in the

She was about to suggest he get some rest when, without warning, Brian

yet there was no aggression in his actions. Instead, he reached over to turn off the lights, his

sting at her ear made her flinch; he

touch was insistent, almost demanding, yet his voice was unexpectedly gentle, a whisper that sent a shiver down