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.”

“Wait! I’m late! If I take a cab now, I won’t make it in

wait downstairs,” Norton answered without

record time and followed him

first day as an official employee after passing probation—a big milestone—so being late wasn’t

as though debating whether to speak. Eventually, he gave in.

a quick glance. “Yesterday was my first official day as a full-time employee. I was over the moon! The club organized

she hesitated, her tone uncertain. “After the ride, we stopped by a bar. Did you

forget it,” Norton said

her company, he asked abruptly,

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at work. He’s actually really nice,” Yvonne said casually, stepping

under his breath, eyes fixed on the words “Stylist Magazine”