Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 980:

Inside a booth, a woman in a skin-tight leather dress noticed Norton. Drink in hand, she strode toward the entrance. She lifted her glass with a playful smirk.

“Hey there, handsome—how about a drink on me?”

“Get lost.” Norton didn’t even look at her.

From the second he entered, his eyes had been scanning for one person—Yvonne. Sure enough, she was still on the dance floor, dancing with bold, electrifying energy. Her movements were unapologetically provocative.

Norton moved through the crowd, pushing past the crush of bodies swaying to the beat, until he reached the front of the dance floor.

The DJ’s music blasted so loudly that even when Norton shouted, the heavy bass drowned out his voice.

He stared at her, fury building as he saw the way men ogled her with shameless hunger. His patience snapped.

stage and draped his

voice was low

back, swaying a little

him clearly now, she stepped closer and poked his chest,

“You’re getting bolder

she shouted, struggling to hear him over the pulsing

exhaled sharply, frustration spilling

stepped forward and scooped

surprise, then quickly looped her arms around

earth are you

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straight for the exit, holding

I haven’t finished dancing, and I still need to say goodbye to Mr.

words, he frowned, his

“Marsh? Riding buddies?”