Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 613:

A faint, bittersweet smile tugged at her lips. “But Brian… you can’t give me that. The home I long for is something you can never provide.”

Just then, her phone rang, breaking the heavy silence. Seeing Yvonne’s name on the screen, Rachel instinctively pulled away from Brian.

“Wait, I have to take this.”

Bringing the phone to her ear, she spoke softly. “Hey, Yvonne.”

Yvonne’s worried voice came through instantly. “Have you been drinking? You know it’s not good for you…”

Rachel let out a soft, weary chuckle. “I know, Yvonne. But when I’m sober, the pain is unbearable. If I don’t drink, how am I supposed to keep going?”

on the table. Without hesitation, she grabbed it.

and quickly reached for the bottle to stop her. But she refused to give in. Her fingers tightened around the bottle, her knuckles turning

to take a gentler approach. “Rachel, that’s enough. You’ve had plenty. If you drink more,

she whispered playfully, “I’m already

nodded slightly in

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last sip. Will you drink with me?” she asked, her voice gentle and

it impossible to refuse. With a

Rachel quickly finished the last of her wine. She must have drunk too fast because the wine spilled down her slender neck.

he gently held her face and captured her lips in a deep, lingering kiss. A flood of emotions overtook them, and he felt as if he were experiencing an overwhelming desire for the first time, utterly consumed

touched, he was lost in her completely. His kiss was fierce, urgent, filled with possession—like he wanted to

pull away. Instead, she rose on her toes, trying to close