Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 1171:

Shelly’s tears spilled over, her hands wringing together.

“You have to help me! Spare me, please, for old times’ sake!”

She searched his face, her voice cracking.

“I know I messed up. I swear I will never do it again. My endorsements are gone—I cannot survive this! You know how much reputation matters for models. Give me one more chance…”

Norton’s stare was unrelenting, cold as winter stone.

“I warned you before, Shelly. Target Yvonne again, harm her in any way, and I would not let it pass. This mess is your own doing. Begging changes nothing.”

Norton’s mind churned with memories of Yvonne’s pain, the sleepless nights she had endured because of Shelly’s schemes. This punishment was too light.

He waved a hand at the servants.

“Get her out.”

a sobbing Shelly toward

on the TV, but her ears caught every word. Her breath hitched when Norton’s sharp words to

blur the edges of right and wrong with his usual soft-hearted meddling. Yet this time, his voice carried a steely edge, his reasoning

chest, gratitude swelling until it curved her lips into a gentle

he reached

got you

quirked into

episode’s plot

as she let her hand drift

he did. His hand closed around hers, their fingers

widened, and in one swift motion, he tugged her into his embrace. His breath tickled her ear as he

it’s keeping you this hooked,

nod

a quiet moment, she pulled back just enough