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.”

I’m late! If I

downstairs,” Norton answered

record time and

an official employee after passing probation—a

glancing at her, as though debating

official day as a full-time employee. I was over the moon! The club organized a ride, and we cruised all around Amberfield on our motorcycles.” Her

stopped by a bar.

it,” Norton said sharply.

her company, he asked abruptly, “Who’s

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

on the words “Stylist Magazine” printed across the