Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 1071:

Zola peeked over and gasped in delight. “It’s beautiful! Mr. Burke will love it for sure.”

Yvonne beamed. A bit of hope lit her chest again.

Carrying the fruit plate in both hands, she made her way upstairs. Norton’s bedroom door was shut tight. She paused in front of it, drew a quiet breath, and knocked softly.

“Mr. Burke?” she called, her tone playful. “Your humble servant has come to cheer you up.”

She leaned in slightly, trying to comfort him through the door. “Come on, Norton… don’t be mad. Can’t you forgive me? Open the door—let’s talk, just for a minute.”

Yvonne knocked again and again, a bit louder each time. Still, there was no answer.

stood outside Norton’s door, the fruit plate cradled carefully in her hands, waiting. But there was

his desk, head leaning on his hand,

at the edge of his consciousness. He opened his eyes, unsure if he’d heard something real

He hadn’t had proper rest in days—no wonder he was hearing things. He’d even nodded

buttons. As if the argument during the

sighed. It must’ve been a dream. There’s no way she’d speak to him so gently, not the way she did with

down at the stack of documents on his desk, but the words blurred. The frustration was still there, simmering beneath his exhaustion. Finally, he pushed everything aside

door, Yvonne waited, holding the fruit plate, her hope slowly deflating. She’d said so much… and yet, not a single response. Her shoulders sank.

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already late. Work awaited her tomorrow. Maybe she’d have to

carved into heart shapes. Strawberries, watermelon—all her favorites. But for

and quietly carried the plate