Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 983:

“I need to get to work. I feel fine.” Yvonne shook her head, not sensing anything seriously wrong.

“Don’t be difficult. You can’t ignore a fever.” His tone shifted—firm, no room for argument. Whatever questions he’d planned to ask her were now forgotten.

Yvonne studied him, surprised. “Why are you suddenly so worried about me?”

Caught off guard, Norton stumbled over his response. After a pause, he muttered, “I just didn’t want my grandfather stressing out if something happened to you. That’s all.”

Exactly the kind of excuse she expected. “I’m really okay. I probably just overheated under the covers. If you don’t believe me, check for yourself.”

Without thinking much of it, Norton placed his hand on her forehead again. The second their skin met, the air shifted, suddenly awkward. He pulled away almost immediately, clearing his throat. “If you’re sure. I’m going to work.”

Yvonne bolted upright. “Wait! I’m late! If I take a cab now, I won’t make

wait downstairs,” Norton answered without

in record time and followed him

an official employee after passing probation—a

Norton kept glancing at her, as though debating whether to

day as a full-time employee. I was over the moon!

uncertain. “After the ride, we stopped by a bar. Did you come get me? It’s all kind

you don’t remember, then forget it,” Norton said sharply. Honestly, did she ever remember anything

they neared her company, he asked abruptly, “Who’s Mr.

𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗲: g․𝗮𝗅𝗇․𝗈ν․𝖊．𝗅𝘀．ⅽ𝗈．𝗆

He’s actually really

eyes fixed on the words “Stylist Magazine” printed