Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 950:

It was one thing for him to drink himself into a stupor. Hurting himself was another. Maybe the burn would remind him not to be so reckless next time. Besides, he loved holding her financial troubles over her head—it felt good to get a little revenge.

Yvonne fought to keep a straight face, secretly watching him for any sign of pain.

Norton stayed perfectly still, but his eyes locked onto her mouth with unsettling intensity.

When she finally glanced up, she found herself staring straight into his unwavering gaze.

It was like Norton snapped out of a daze. His voice turned cold as he said, “I’ve helped you more times than I can count. How come I never get a thank you?”

“Thank you, thank you,” Yvonne muttered casually, keeping her eyes glued to his hand as she wrapped the bandage neatly.

her polish her résumé. Norton, however, had gone out of his way to make things harder for her. He did nothing but throw up obstacles, and now he wanted gratitude? He had to be drunk

off with a neat bow and

“All done.”

gave a low grunt, then suddenly yanked

pushed against him, careful not to bump his injured hand. “Norton,

a little benefit from you,” he said, his voice dropping

the sofa, caging her beneath him. He traced her lips with

insistent, but not rough. She turned

you say you wanted to thank me? Why not show it

respond, he leaned in and kissed her again. Yvonne clenched

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breath as he deepened the kiss, moving slowly, savoring her like a predator

slipping down to fumble with the buttons of her