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.

to make things

a neat bow and dusted her

“All done.”

suddenly yanked her straight

bump his injured hand. “Norton, let go! Your hand’s

so grateful, I’ll just get a little benefit from you,” he said,

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

found hers—firm, insistent, but not rough. She turned her face away, trying to escape the heat of

to thank

chance to respond, he leaned in and kissed her again. Yvonne clenched her hands into fists, feeling trapped, tasting the heat of

𝖎𝖓 𝖘𝖎𝖙𝖊:

deepened the kiss, moving slowly, savoring her like a

wandered, growing bolder, his fingers slipping down to fumble with the buttons