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.

he simply watched

she was still out cold. Once the

drifting

the bed, drew the curtains, and retreated

would deal with this

Norton woke up early

a long workout, he waited at the dining table, yet there was still no

for her hangover, and after the previous night’s drinking, she was feeling miserable and had slept

patience wore thin. He

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door but didn’t wait

beneath the blankets, and

muttered. “Too scared to

expression shifted.