Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 982:

Leif let out a quiet sigh in his mind. Working for Norton always felt like tiptoeing on glass.

The driver took over quickly, and the ride was smooth. Yvonne clung to Norton like a second skin, refusing to let go. Norton sat stiffly, clearly annoyed.

Motorcycles were one thing, but who exactly was Mr. Marsh?

The question grated on him. He nudged her arm, trying to push her away.

Yvonne didn’t catch on. Instead, she tightened her grip, hugging his arm like a pillow.

With her pressed against him, Norton couldn’t ignore the sensation. Her curves were impossible to miss.

He hated to admit it—but she really did have the figure she always bragged about.

Norton shifted in his seat, restless, equal parts irritated and distracted by her clingy, unexpectedly sweet behavior.

a while, he simply watched her

the time they pulled into the driveway, she was still out cold. Once the car was parked, Norton lifted

into him, drifting deeper into

he laid her gently on the bed, drew the curtains, and retreated to

would deal with this

woke up early

he waited at the dining table,

the previous

patience wore thin. He

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but didn’t wait

shape was curled beneath the blankets, and the

already?” he muttered. “Too scared to face the

expression shifted. He