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

his hand away. “When do we

creeping up his neck. Clearing his throat, he gestured toward

ushers swept them to the front row, where velvet chairs

light, its pale green hue drawing every eye in the room. She moved with effortless grace, her presence a

eyes flared at the sight of Norton, but

beside her, sensed her distraction. His hand slid to

practiced smile. “Patience,

journey starts

settle. Shelly had to summon every ounce of patience just to

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,