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.

it like a suspicious jewel.

segment into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully,

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

be necessary,” Edmond replied briskly, tossing the half-eaten tangerine aside like it had failed

his voice giving way to gentle

It was just a little low

to soften the mood. “Actually, I owe Mr. Marsh a thank-you today! If he hadn’t been there, I might’ve passed out

looked at her. “I just

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Edmond shifted forward, positioning himself directly between Ethan and

was clearly crossing the line here. This wasn’t concern—this was

caught off guard by Edmond’s piercing gaze, felt momentarily

Ethan, are you done with work? If not, feel free to get back to