Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 947:

Leif winced at the noise and bent down to retrieve his phone. Before he could say anything, Norton grabbed the wine bottle and started pouring another glass.

“Please stop it. You’ve had enough. Let me get you home,” Leif urged gently. “Your wife is waiting for you.”

“Don’t bring her up,” Norton snapped, knocking back the drink in one rough swallow.

Leif clamped his mouth shut, not daring to push any further.

Norton polished off an entire bottle of wine before he spoke again, his voice dropping to a low, hollow murmur. “Has Yvonne messaged you?”

Leif hurried to check the screen, wiping his sweaty palms against his pants. “No, sir. Nothing yet.”

Norton bowed his head slightly, the dim lighting carving his sharp features into something even more striking. But behind the brooding shadow, there was a taint, bitter loneliness.

between his fingers. Splinters

panic shooting through his voice. “Let me take you to the

bleeding hand and stopped him with a

and obeyed, knowing he had

sat rigidly in his seat, fists clenching so tightly

stayed quiet, gripping the wheel and

in the driveway, Norton yanked the door open and stumbled out into

the keys as he locked the car

glare that

the front door in

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 @ gⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧿ⅽ𝗼𝗺

aside. “Move. I’ll punch in the