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.

way to make things harder for her. He did nothing but throw up obstacles, and now

bandage off with a neat bow

“All done.”

gave a low grunt, then suddenly yanked her straight

not to bump his injured hand. “Norton, let go! Your hand’s

feeling so grateful, I’ll just get a little

shifted, pushing her gently back onto the sofa, caging her beneath him. He traced her lips with his fingertips,

there was nowhere to go. His mouth found hers—firm, insistent, but not rough. She turned

to thank

kissed her again. Yvonne clenched her hands into fists, feeling trapped, tasting the heat of his breath against her sealed

??

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

down to fumble with the buttons of her