Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 953:

The weight of exhaustion hung over him, and the dark circles under his eyes were a testament to the restless night he’d had—spent mostly holding Yvonne, who had tossed and turned constantly, waking him more times than he could count.

He reached out to pull her back into bed. “Come back to bed. Just a little longer.”

Yvonne shook her head firmly, brushing off his hand. “No way! It’s my first day at work. I need to be prepared.” Her voice was resolute as she sat at her vanity, carefully applying makeup.

Norton sat on the bed, arms crossed, scowling as he watched her. “Is it really necessary to wake up this early just to do your makeup?” he grumbled, dragging himself out of bed and heading toward the bathroom.

Yvonne remained at her vanity, brushing her hair aside as she sorted through her array of cosmetics. “It’s my first day—I want to look presentable. A polished appearance leaves a lasting impression,” she replied with enthusiasm, dabbing foundation onto her cheeks.

Norton muttered dismissively, his tone

to apply her makeup with practiced grace. Her good mood was untouchable that morning—his snide remarks couldn’t touch

a shake of his head, Norton changed into his workout

Norton’s typical breakfast hour. He sat

sarcastic smile and called out, “Finally finished dolling yourself up?”

responded, the sound of her heels clicking sharply on the floor. She paused in front of him, spun

her frame just right. The pencil skirt accentuated her curves, tapering down to reveal her long, graceful calves. A black belt cinched her waist, the polished buckle adding a touch of elegance and drawing attention to her silhouette. Her tassel earrings swayed gently with each movement, and her

of admiration crossing his gaze,

knew it was pointless to ask you.

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Norton shot back, his smirk playing at the corner of his