Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 952:

“Here. Drink this. I’m going upstairs,” she said, handing him the bowl.

But Norton grabbed her wrist and pulled her right back to him. “Stay. Keep me company.”

“I have work tomorrow. I can’t pull an all-nighter with you!” she protested, trying to wriggle free.

Tomorrow marked her first day at the new job—there was no way she could show up exhausted.

Later, after washing up and climbing into bed, Yvonne found herself staring at the ceiling, her mind a tangled mess of emotions.

to crush it the moment she dared to believe again. If he wanted company so badly, he should have been with his latest fling while drunk. Why would

her head, she heard Norton’s footsteps coming up

the bathroom without a word,

and forced herself to stay still, pretending to

now. Whatever he did tonight was just a drunk man’s nonsense, not anything

repeating the lie in her mind, trying

soon finished washing up, the bathroom door clicking shut behind him, and climbed into bed beside her. Without warning, he reached out and pulled Yvonne against him, tucking her

by the sudden closeness, Yvonne instinctively tried to

move,” Norton murmured, his voice thick with sleep and lingering hoarseness.

he couldn’t resist the temptation to tease her, especially seeing the clear annoyance on her

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