Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 923:

“If you want it, come and get it,” he teased, holding the bottle just out of her grasp. “If you can reach it, it’s yours.”

Yvonne, her frustration mounting, stretched up to grab the bottle but only managed to bump into his chest. The impact of his firm muscles sent a jolt through her, causing a sharp ache in her forehead. The sting made her eyes well up with tears, and she looked up at the bottle, her breath unsteady.

Seeing the tears gathering in Yvonne’s eyes, Norton’s expression softened. “How about we save it for next time?” he offered gently.

Yvonne gently rubbed her forehead and leaned against him, surrendering to the moment. She knew fighting him would be pointless. Her voice was barely a whisper as she muttered, “Why do you always break your promises? You give me hope, only to crush it…”

“What did you say?” Norton asked, his brow furrowing as he leaned down to hear her better. But she refused to speak any further. Sensing her vulnerability, he pulled her gently toward the bedroom, concerned she might continue drinking.

soft sigh, she collapsed onto the cushions,

her head up toward him, her pale neck exposed, inviting a moment of

urged, her tone filled

and leaning in closer, drawn by

her voice a tantalizing mix of command

presence envelop him like a gentle breeze. He leaned in, heart racing, eager to hear her next

but before she could finish, she suddenly bit his ear. The sharpness of

rubbing his ear, shocked by the unexpectedness of it. “Yvonne, are

makes me feel dirty!” Her words, sharp and defiant, carried an

𝙍𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 @ gⲁⳑ𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗺

by her unrelenting spirit. “Hmm?” he murmured, his arms