Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 921:

“Yes, this is a position many women dream of! How fortunate I am!” Yvonne responded cheerfully.

Norton smirked slightly, his gaze darkening just enough. “At least you’re aware of your place.”

Seizing the opportunity, Yvonne grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “How do you think I did today?”

“Great,” Norton replied, a touch of approval in his tone.

“Then can I start working tomorrow?” Yvonne pressed eagerly, watching his face for any sign of agreement.

said this before—I want to work. I don’t want to spend

away. “Forget it,” she muttered, a hint of resignation in her tone. “You’ll never understand. You always see things from your perspective, as if it’s the only one that matters.” She had long accepted that Norton was distant, living in a world of his own, never truly understanding the subtleties

the car neared a turn, her voice broke through the

partly owned by her friend, an avid car enthusiast. She had been invited to

Norton’s voice grew heavy with disapproval, his brow

on Yvonne, waiting for her response. But she didn’t meet his eyes. Instead, her features stiffened, no longer displaying the excitement she had

gaze toward the window, clearly signaling she had no

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grow in the space between them. “At home, you can

ahead, his gaze no longer drifting toward Yvonne. An unfamiliar sense of unease settled in his chest. She seemed so unappealing when she was upset—distant, cold,