Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 1111:

Norton’s lips twitched, a spark of amusement in his eyes, though his expression remained composed.

Shelly, watching him approach, smirked, her arms crossed as if waiting for Yvonne’s plan to unravel.

But Yvonne’s smile only widened, her eyes glinting with mischief. She stepped closer to Norton, her fingers brushing his sleeve before she slid her arms around his neck.

Rising on her toes, she pressed her lips to his, the kiss bold and unapologetic. Norton’s hand found her waist, his touch steady and warm, and for a moment, the room faded away.

He caught the fury twisting Shelly’s face from the corner of his eye and smirked against Yvonne’s lips.

He deepened the kiss, his fingers tightening, but Yvonne, sensing his intent, pulled back with a soft laugh, her cheeks flushed. However, she stayed nestled in his embrace, his arm a quiet anchor around her waist.

She leaned into his shoulder, her voice a playful murmur. “Ms. Shelly Tucker, perhaps you should mind your own business. My husband and I are just fine.” Her words carried a subtle sting, her smile daring Shelly to respond.

settled on Shelly, who stood frozen, her champagne flute trembling in

her face, replaced by a forced, brittle smile. Without a word, she spun on her heel and hurried away, her heels clicking against the

unveiled. Instead, Shelly’s attempt to provoke Yvonne had backfired spectacularly,

hushed murmurs rippling through

world, so carefully polished,

wound down, chandeliers dimmed and guests drifted toward the

live

guided her through the thinning crowd, his long strides cutting

floor, her balance faltering as

bit,” she murmured, her fingers brushing his sleeve

eyes unreadable. Without a word, he stopped abruptly, bent low, and

motion