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.

but his quiet authority only heightened her anxiety. It felt like the deceptive stillness before

racing as she prepared for what might come next. To Rachel’s surprise, Brian glanced at the screen and said casually, “Stay and watch the movie with

by the unexpected request. “Not interested?” Brian raised an eyebrow, his tone

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swirling with uncertainty. As the movie began, Rachel braced herself for him to make things difficult, but Brian simply leaned back in

Rachel finally allowed herself to relax. She was about to suggest he get some rest when, without warning, Brian pressed her down

actions. Instead, he reached over to turn off the lights, his hand slipping

catching, until a sudden sting at

insistent, almost demanding, yet his voice was unexpectedly gentle, a whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. “What if this is my punishment? Would you