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.

while, he simply watched

Once

him, drifting deeper into sleep without

drew the curtains, and retreated to the guest room for

deal with

Norton woke up early the

a long workout, he waited at the dining table, yet there was

previous night’s drinking, she was

thin.

𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖈𝖊: gⲁ𝗅۞𝗇𝗈۞ν𝖊𝗅𝘀۞ⅽ𝗈𝗆

on her door but didn’t wait for a reply before

curled beneath the blankets, and

he muttered.

His expression shifted. He