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.

rose, crossing the room in three strides, his hand finding her waist. His gaze traced her silhouette

brow, gently nudging his hand away. “When do we

at his tie, a faint flush creeping up his neck. Clearing

to the front row, where velvet chairs

gown caught the light, its pale green hue drawing every eye in the room.

Norton, but when they landed

beside her, sensed her distraction. His hand slid

but she masked her disgust with a practiced smile. “Patience, Mr. Carter,” she purred, easing his hand

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trapped in a man’s body—fidgety, agitated, impossible to settle. Shelly had to summon every ounce

memory of his wandering hands reignited a surge of disgust. The blame settled like a stone in her chest—heavy and

had lured her to the auction with promises of jade earrings, but now, seeing Yvonne radiant and