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.

her right when she was ready to give up, only 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 he

mess in her head, she heard Norton’s footsteps coming

for the bathroom without a word,

her eyes shut and forced herself to stay still, pretending

more overthinking—her job was what mattered now. Whatever he did tonight was just a drunk man’s nonsense,

repeating the lie in her mind, trying

door clicking shut behind him, and climbed into bed beside her. Without warning, he reached out and pulled Yvonne against him, tucking her into his arms like she belonged there.

by the sudden closeness, Yvonne

murmured, his voice thick with sleep

and showering, he couldn’t resist the temptation

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