Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 1120:

Edmond glanced at the offered hand but didn’t lift a finger. Instead, he reached toward the side table, plucked up a tangerine, and dropped it squarely into Ethan’s palm—a move so deliberate it was practically a dismissal.

Ethan looked down at the fruit, an amused breath escaping him. So the handshake wasn’t happening. He adjusted, closing his fingers gently around the tangerine.

“Ethan,” Edmond said slowly, ignoring the whole gesture. “Yvonne’s fond of tangerines.”

Ethan chuckled softly, his long fingers already working to peel the fruit with the ease of someone well-practiced at navigating awkward encounters.

Watching him work so calmly, Edmond gave a faint, unimpressed snort.

“Mr. Marsh, I can handle this myself,” Yvonne interjected, catching on to Edmond’s unspoken antics.

“It’s no trouble at all,” Ethan replied, ever unflustered. He handed the now-peeled tangerine toward Yvonne with a gentle smile.

Before her hand could reach it, Edmond intercepted the gesture with remarkable speed.

bit cold,” he declared, inspecting it like a suspicious jewel. “Better let me eat it.

that, he popped a segment into his mouth, chewing

hand, the corner of his mouth lifting. “If you like tangerines, I’d be

the half-eaten tangerine aside like it had failed

turned to Yvonne, the stern edge in his voice giving way to gentle concern. “Yvonne, I nearly forgot—how

smiled and nodded. “I’m alright now. It was just a

to soften the mood. “Actually, I owe Mr. Marsh a

nothing,” Ethan said, his gaze warm and unwavering as he looked at her. “I just happened to be working late. But you really

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Edmond shifted forward, positioning himself directly between Ethan

that so?” he said, eyes narrowing at Ethan. The man was clearly crossing the line here. This wasn’t concern—this was flirtation, and Edmond

gaze, felt

forward slightly, voice pointed. “So, Ethan, are you done with work? If not, feel free to