Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 954:

Norton raised an eyebrow, his voice laced with curiosity. “Do you love my money, or just me?”

Yvonne paused, the lightness slipping away as she realized the question had touched a nerve. The fun of her teasing faded. With a subtle sigh, she took a few more bites of her breakfast, then stood to leave.

“Are you saving room for dessert, or just practicing for a future in minimalism? Eat more,” Norton insisted, his tone laced with mild reproach.

“No, I need to get to work,” Yvonne replied quickly, grabbing her purse and heading toward the door.

But Norton was quick, his hand gently pressing against her shoulder as he guided her back to the table. “Sit down. Eat. I’ll drive you once you’re done.” He stood behind her, his gaze fixed on her as she hesitated.

With a sigh, she reluctantly took a large bite of her sandwich.

She dabbed at her lipstick and gave Norton a look that urged him

push her further. Together,

hung between them. Yvonne busied herself by reviewing the materials she had prepared, her nerves

frown softening. “It’s just a

I am. This job wasn’t easy to secure,” Yvonne responded, her tone carrying a layer of hidden meaning as she rolled her eyes

my wife wasn’t exactly a walk in the park either,

right. With so many women vying to marry you, I must have been incredibly lucky to land the spot,” she said nonchalantly, the words falling from her lips as though they carried

lightheartedness, a deeper truth lingered. While his wife could easily be replaced, this job offered a real opportunity for growth—something she could build on

in front of the sleek building housing Stylist Magazine. Yvonne quickly grabbed her things, muttering a hasty goodbye to Norton as

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disappear into the crowd, his gaze lingering for a moment. He rubbed his temples, his thoughts a mixture of concern and irritation. Only when she was out