Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 922:

Without another word, they reached home. As soon as Norton parked the car, Yvonne bolted out, desperate to escape the suffocating tension between them. She wasn’t about to spend another second cooped up with him.

Norton quickly followed, closing the distance in a few long strides, his hand catching her wrist. “Why the rush?” he asked, his tone laced with curiosity.

“Long legs, what can I say?” Yvonne snapped back, pulling at her arm in an attempt to free herself. She glared at him, her eyes flashing with defiance. Once inside, she didn’t spare him another glance, walking straight for the wine cabinet, her steps purposeful and brisk.

Norton trailed behind her, leaning casually against the wall as he watched.

Her hand paused over the bottles before selecting one—tequila, encased in a dazzling silver bottle adorned with diamonds. She held it up to Norton, a small smirk playing at the corners of her lips. “This one looks impressive, doesn’t it?”

Norton raised an eyebrow, impressed despite himself. “You certainly have a good eye,” he remarked, moving closer as she set the bottle down and grabbed a glass.

to acknowledge Norton, as she downed it in one

Norton cautioned, his voice softening just

on the drink

let out a soft sigh, rubbing his temples in resignation. He grabbed his own glass and poured himself a drink, trying to steady his

chest. “This one’s mine,” she

to the liquor cabinet, retrieving a bottle of brandy and placing it

it with the same possessive grip. “This one’s mine too,” she

watching as the empty bottle rolled lazily across the

the bottle as she glared at him.

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her hand. He barely got a chance to touch it before she

to tell me I’m drunk? You liar! You promised I’d get to work if I cooperated with you in front of Edmond today, but you went back on your word. You’re despicable!” Her words came out in a sharp, unsteady burst as