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.

sky, blanketing the earth in a hush

and her hair was loosely gathered in a

Yvonne tilted her head. “What’s wrong? Are

took her hand.

smile felt…

sparkled with playful defiance.

off the feeling, something in her

after dinner, they went

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room when

heart skipped. Worry flared.

found Norton standing there with the straightest of faces. “I’m still recovering,” he said seriously.

face turned scarlet in an instant. “What? How am

else but my wife