Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 1181:

With a faint nod, Shelly rose and walked away, her figure slowly disappearing through the doorway.

Norton’s gaze drifted toward the window, where sunlight spilled into the room like a quiet balm. The day outside was clear, almost too gentle for farewells.

Moments later, Yvonne stepped in, carrying a lunchbox in her hands. She approached with practiced ease. “Time to eat,” she said, setting it down beside him.

“Feed me,” Norton teased with a smile.

She rolled her eyes. “Your hands still work, don’t they?”

“Still,” he murmured, “I want you to feed me.” When he looked at her like that—with so much tenderness—she couldn’t bring herself to refuse. With a small, resigned sigh, she picked up a spoon and began feeding him.

She knew Norton was only playing around, but there was something in his expression—boyish, warm—that made her heart flutter despite herself. They shared a quiet, intimate moment, the kind that lingered without needing words.

A few days later, the doctor delivered good news—Norton’s condition had improved considerably, and he was cleared to go home.

the earth in a hush

sweater beneath a long, dark brown coat, and her hair was loosely gathered in a low ponytail. The

head. “What’s wrong? Are

took her hand. “No. I

between her brows. Something in his smile felt… off. “If anything feels wrong, even

with playful defiance.

the feeling, something in her

dinner, they went upstairs

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had barely stepped into her room when a knock came at

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with the straightest of faces. “I’m still recovering,” he said

instant. “What?

smirked. “Well… who else but my