Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 1121:

Yvonne, sensing where this was going, let out a light laugh. “He didn’t mean it like that! And honestly, I don’t need either of you hovering over me. I can take care of myself.”

But the word “granddaughter-in-law” had already sunk in. Ethan’s smile faltered—just a fraction—but it was enough for Edmond to see it and enjoy it. Still, Ethan didn’t respond to Yvonne’s pushback. His eyes softened again as he looked at her.

“Still, don’t push yourself too hard. I’m not busy anymore—staying a little longer isn’t a bother.”

Persistent? Edmond nearly rolled his eyes. With deliberate sharpness, he said, “There’s no need to trouble yourself. When Norton gets back, I’ll have him thank you properly with a meal.”

The name landed like a rock in still water. For the briefest second, Ethan’s smile cracked—just a flicker—but it was gone before anyone could call it out.

“Yvonne’s an important part of our team,” he said, recovering quickly. “Helping her was the least I could do. There’s no need for a meal.”

Ethan’s shoulder. “It’s only right to show our gratitude

please, stop,” Yvonne interjected. Edmond’s dramatics were getting more and more

to happen overnight. He turned to Yvonne and said gently, “If anything urgent comes up, don’t hesitate

nodded swiftly. “Thank you

quiet confidence. The moment Ethan disappeared down the corridor,

he could finally spend some uninterrupted time with Yvonne without that eyesore hovering nearby. He turned back to Yvonne, his expression melting into a warm smile. “So, Yvonne,” he began, as casually as he could muster, “what do you

Ethan’s footsteps faded, Yvonne sank back into

the remote and

content live

and giving people opportunities. He’s the one who saw my potential and gave me a shot when I needed it most. He’s very knowledgeable too—sometimes when I’m stuck on a project, he comes up with these brilliant suggestions. And he’s considerate. If I stay late, he’ll even offer to drive me home…” Her voice drifted as she landed

his smile was tight. A growing sense of

a savior, thoughtful enough to