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.

a drink, not bothering to acknowledge Norton,

Norton cautioned, his

fixed on the drink in her

rubbing his temples in resignation. He grabbed his own glass

chest. “This one’s mine,” she declared sharply, then swiftly drained the remaining liquor in

cabinet, retrieving a bottle of

Yvonne discarded her empty bottle and immediately seized the brandy, clutching it with the

lazily across the floor, its surface catching the dim light from

her grip tightening around the bottle as she glared at him. She

𝓟𝓾𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓗𝓮𝓻𝓮: 𝓰⍶𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧼ⅽ𝗈𝗺⧽

slowly reaching for the bottle in her hand. He barely got a chance to touch it before she sprang to

you 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 she fumbled with