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.”

way to her desk. The surface still held traces of her warmth, faint but unmistakable. He ran his fingers gently across her notes. Then, with a

flicker of admiration stirred in his chest. She was tireless when it came to her work—detail-oriented, perceptive, and always chasing the

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

thought away, forcing his attention back to the notes. With measured precision, he

to satisfaction, he shut the laptop and reached

efforts. That had been enough. He had made a

into helping refugees. He lived with them, ate with them, marched alongside them in

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fragments himself—piecing them together with