Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 1148:

Yvonne’s heart stirred, a spark igniting in the gloom. “An auction? That sounds like quite a show.”

She flashed a grin, setting the fruit platter on the coffee table with a soft clink. Then she bounded upstairs, her steps light with sudden anticipation.

Norton had been different lately. Banquets, galas—now this? He was up to something. The thought sent a thrill through her, mingling with a flicker of suspicion.

After a moment’s deliberation, she plucked a pale green gown from its hanger. The fabric shimmered, tailored to embrace her curves like a second skin. Standing before her vanity, she swept on a touch of makeup—subtle blush, a hint of kohl to frame her eyes.

If Norton wanted to play the doting husband, she would give him a sight to remember.

Descending the stairs, she caught Norton lounging on the couch, one leg crossed over the other. His eyes snapped to her, widening with a glint of something primal.

room in three strides, his hand finding her waist. His

his hand away.

his tie, a faint flush creeping up his neck. Clearing his throat, he gestured

to the front row, where velvet chairs

green hue drawing every eye in the room. She

Shelly’s gaze latched onto them. Her eyes flared at the sight of Norton, but when they landed on Yvonne, venom surged through her veins. Her jaw tightened, her

seated beside her, sensed her distraction. His hand slid to her waist—possessive

a practiced smile. “Patience, Mr. Carter,”

starts

was like a storm trapped in a man’s body—fidgety, agitated, impossible to settle. Shelly

The memory of his wandering hands reignited a surge of disgust.

the one on Norton’s arm. Stewart had lured her to the auction with promises of jade earrings,