Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 951:

Norton staggered after her without hesitation.

“Wait for me,” he called, hurrying after her so fast that he nearly missed a step. Hearing the clatter, Yvonne glanced back to see Norton grabbing the wall for balance, his fingers rubbing slow circles against his aching temple.

She sighed heavily and hurried back down to him. “Come on, let me help you,” she said, reaching out and slipping under his arm.

Norton draped his weight over her shoulders, leaning on her like she was his own walking stick.

“Can you whip up some drink for his hangover—the kind that helps with headaches?” Yvonne said to the housekeeper.

Norton tightened his grip around her and grumbled in a childish tone, “No, I want you to make it.”

Yvonne pressed her lips together, pushing aside her growing impatience. “Fine. You head upstairs, and I’ll prepare it.”

was no point in fighting with

with you,”

“Not happening!” she snapped.

her twice, and she was

felt like forever coaxing him up the stairs, Yvonne finally slipped away and hurried toward

she felt strong arms slide around her waist. Norton’s breath tickled her ear as he murmured,

him lightly with her elbow. “Keep dreaming. That’s

I’m not letting go. I want to hold you,” he muttered stubbornly, resting his forehead

gave a confused little thud. Norton was a completely different person when drunk, and she was not

on her shoulder, his gaze fixed lazily

????? ???????? ?? gⱯ???ν???⧽???

ingredients, feeling like she was trapped inside a bubble of his warmth, his presence pressing close against

once been her dream—standing in the kitchen, cooking dinner while