Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 809:

Hearing Taylor’s warm praise, Rachel felt a deep sense of joy and fulfillment.

During the meal, Taylor even introduced her to several new business opportunities.

Samira, catching wind of the potential deals, couldn’t contain her excitement and grinned from ear to ear.

Just as they were finishing up, an unexpected incident occurred—the entire room was plunged into darkness. Rachel’s first thought was a power outage.

It wasn’t until a soft melody of voices rose in unison, singing “Happy Birthday,” that Rachel realized what was happening.

A cake appeared, wheeled in with candles flickering like stars, their warm glow cutting through the dimness.

As the song ended, Taylor’s daughter ran up, holding a delicate crown. She placed it gently on Rachel’s head, her voice sweet and clear.

“Ms. Marsh, happy birthday!”

Rachel gazed down at the little girl in front of her, completely charmed.

“Ms. Cooper, thank you so much!” Rachel’s voice trembled with emotion as she felt tears of gratitude rising.

She had completely forgotten her own birthday, and yet here she was—remembered and celebrated.

𝕊𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕔𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕖: 𝗀‎𝖺‎𝗅‎𝗇‎𝗈‎ν‎𝖊‎𝗅‎𝘀‎﹒‎𝖼‎𝗈‎𝗆noveldrama

Just then, Samira stepped forward, holding out a beautifully wrapped gift.

“Happy birthday, Rachel!”

After cutting the cake and taking a bite, Rachel felt warmth spread through her chest, the sweetness lingering on her tongue.

Once dinner ended, they all moved toward the hall.

Suddenly, the little girl’s voice rang out excitedly.

“It looks like Mr. Vance is here!”

Rachel’s gaze followed the child’s, and sure enough, Allan stood at the entrance.

With his hands tucked into his coat pockets, a soft smile played on his lips as he looked at her.

Her heart lifted at the sight. Dressed in a long coat over a khaki sweater, Allan had an effortless charm—tall, poised, and striking, like he’d stepped out of a classic film.

Rachel hurried over.

“Are you feeling better?”

Allan leaned down slightly, his voice gentle.

“Did they finish celebrating your birthday?”

“Yes.”

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