Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 478:

“So, you haven’t told him about you and Brian yet?” Andres asked.

Rachel’s expression grew somber.

“No, I haven’t. Jeffrey is certain that we’re getting married. Given what happened in the past, I’m worried he would blame himself if he finds out about our breakup. I don’t want him to feel guilty. He might… he might do something to hurt himself.”

Her voice was tight with emotion by the time she finished explaining.

Taking a deep breath, she looked up at Andres, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

“I only have one brother. We’ve relied on each other since we were kids. We were hardly ever apart. More than family, Jeffrey is my best friend, my only companion through the most difficult years of my childhood. We tended to each other’s wounds and found comfort and warmth in our own little bubble. That’s why I can’t afford to take any risks. Even if it’s just a one-in-a-million chance that something could go wrong, I can’t take that risk.”

Andres gently placed his left hand on her shoulder, his right hand reaching out to pat her back in a gesture of comfort. He stopped just in time, remembering her injury.

“Don’t worry too much, and don’t burden yourself with unnecessary guilt. I don’t think fate would be so cruel to you two. Hold on to hope. Things will get better.”noveldrama

Rachel nodded. “Thank you. Truly, thank you for everything you’ve done today.”

“You’ve had a long day. Go get some rest. I’ve arranged for a few outfits for you.”

He glanced at his watch before adding, “They should be arriving soon. I’ll send you the bill.”

Rachel nodded again. “Alright. Thank you!”

The fact that he asked her to pay for the clothes alleviated some of her negative feelings.

Andres was incredibly thoughtful and considerate—that much she couldn’t deny.

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Before she could even think about certain issues, he had already handled everything with meticulous precision. All that was left for her to do was sit back and thank him.

Shortly after Andres left, the doorbell rang. Just as he had said, a staff member delivered the clothes, along with some essentials.

Rachel felt much more at ease then.

Due to her injury, she couldn’t lie on her back and had to sleep on her stomach these past few days.

It wasn’t a position she was used to, and combined with the pain from her wound, Rachel had rarely been able to get any good sleep.

She spent most of the night squirming, and when she got out of bed in the morning, she found dark circles under her eyes.

Fortunately, a light layer of makeup was enough to conceal them. She spent the morning inside her hotel room, organizing her work and delegating tasks to her team members.

In the afternoon, she made a trip to the hospital to seek out the same female doctor from the day before.

The doctor greeted her with a sheepish smile. “I’m so sorry about yesterday. I had no ill intentions.”

“Never mind about all that,” Rachel replied graciously. “A friend once told me that finding a doctor as dedicated and responsible as yourself is a stroke of good fortune.”

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