Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 1122:

“Hello, Grandpa. Is something wrong?” Concern colored his voice.

Edmond barked, “You need to come back right now!”

“Why? I’m still at work,” Norton said, puzzled. Yvonne shot Edmond a glare, trying and failing to smother her laughter.

Edmond’s voice rose, indignant. “Work? If you don’t get back here soon, someone else might just charm your wife out from under you! Your job can wait—what matters now is going home and being with your wife!” Yvonne let out a quiet sigh.

On the other end, Norton fell silent, piecing things together from the tirade.

“Got it,” he finally said, then hung up.

“That blockhead!” Edmond grumbled, staring at the screen. He shook his head with a weary sigh. This foolish grandson of his—would he ever learn what was truly important?

he was about to slip into another mental rant, his phone

face as he leaned back beside Yvonne, ready to enjoy the

shot Norton a quick

place did he finally allow himself to

returned sooner than anyone expected. By the time dawn crept into the sky, he was back—travel-worn, eyes shadowed with fatigue, but driven by

to his own room for the night. Yvonne, meanwhile, lay in a restless slumber,

open and slipped inside. His gaze softened the instant it landed on her pale, delicate face against

for her. Then he pulled up a chair and settled beside her, gently taking her hand in his own. His touch was feather-light,

Lɒtєѕτ чhɒρτєrѕ ιn gɑl𝑛οvєlѕ.сo𝓂

too light to keep him out. Her lashes fluttered, and

at him, caught

are you

over hers with quiet tenderness. “How could I stay away,” he