Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 942:

The heat under the blanket was unbearable. She couldn’t take it anymore. Slowly, she peeked out from beneath the comforter.

“Finally awake?” Norton stood over her with a half-smirk, his eyes glinting with quiet amusement.

“You’re such a pain! You totally did that on purpose!” Yvonne snapped, eyes flashing with pent-up anger that spilled out all at once.

Norton stepped forward, sat gently on the edge of the bed, and took a moment to study her—skin delicate and smooth, her cheeks tinged a deep pink.

He reached out, brushed a loose strand of hair from her face, and tucked the blanket back around her shoulders. Then he spoke, voice low and deliberate. “Just because you are hiding doesn’t mean I have no right to observe you.”

“You are so annoying!” Her eyes were puffy and red, and with that sulky glare, she looked like a pouty little bunny on the verge of snapping.

with the face?” he teased, giving her cheek a firm pinch. He couldn’t

turned away sharply, letting him stare at the back of her

wasting breath arguing; once she landed a job, she would wipe that smug look right off

didn’t care about his little stunts—he couldn’t get in the way forever. When it became clear she wasn’t

water running soon lulled her into a deep,

opened her eyes the next morning, Norton

streamed in through the curtains, casting soft golden

a long, satisfied stretch, breathing in the peace. Waking up without seeing his face was a

and skipped downstairs—only for her mood to crash the second she saw

𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝘆: 𝗀ⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝗌﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗺

table, chewing slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. “You’re finally

slumped into a chair and stabbed