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.”

her warmth, faint but unmistakable. He ran his fingers gently across her notes. Then, with a calm breath,

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

she never took care of herself. That part always left a dull ache in

notes.

polished to satisfaction, he shut the laptop and reached for the folder he

early humanitarian efforts. That had been enough. He had made a few calls, passed the word along, and by morning, the first

alongside them

𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓮 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲

been for Lucas, Norton doubted he

the gathered material in hand, he had sorted through the fragments himself—piecing them