Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 1088:

Without a word, he leaned down and scooped her gently into his arms. Careful not to jostle her, he carried her to the bedroom, laying her on the bed with the care of someone placing glass.

He pulled the blanket over her, tucking it around her shoulders, then sat beside her, watching her in the dark.

“What kind of interview could possibly be worth all of this?” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek.

She looked peaceful now, but the crease on her forehead remained. Slowly, he reached out and smoothed it with his fingers, as if he could chase the worry away.

Her skin beneath his touch was impossibly soft—porcelain smooth, warm, and delicate. He couldn’t help himself. He reached over and gave her cheek a light pinch, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Just a little payback for all the chaos you cause me—nothing inappropriate, I swear.”

of the room with quiet ease, and made his way to her desk. The surface still held traces of her warmth, faint

diligence. As he read, a flicker of admiration stirred in his chest. She was tireless when

care of herself. That part always left a dull ache in the back

forcing his attention back to the notes. With measured precision, he trimmed a few

the interview draft was polished to satisfaction, he shut the laptop and reached for the

humanitarian efforts. That had been enough. He had

with them, marched alongside them in protest. Back then, his voice had been quiet, lost

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had sorted through the fragments himself—piecing