Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 942:

The heat under the blanket was unbearable. She couldn’t take it anymore. Slowly, she peeked out from beneath the comforter.

“Finally awake?” Norton stood over her with a half-smirk, his eyes glinting with quiet amusement.

“You’re such a pain! You totally did that on purpose!” Yvonne snapped, eyes flashing with pent-up anger that spilled out all at once.

Norton stepped forward, sat gently on the edge of the bed, and took a moment to study her—skin delicate and smooth, her cheeks tinged a deep pink.

He reached out, brushed a loose strand of hair from her face, and tucked the blanket back around her shoulders. Then he spoke, voice low and deliberate. “Just because you are hiding doesn’t mean I have no right to observe you.”

“You are so annoying!” Her eyes were puffy and red, and with that sulky glare, she looked like a pouty little bunny on the verge of snapping.

“What’s with the face?” he teased, giving her cheek a firm pinch. He couldn’t help it—she looked ridiculously cute when she was furious.

Yvonne turned away sharply, letting him stare at the back of her head instead.

There was no point in wasting breath arguing; once she landed a job, she would wipe that smug look right off his face.

She didn’t care about his little stunts—he couldn’t get in the way forever. When it became clear she wasn’t going to say a word to him, Norton finally stood and made his way to the bathroom.

Yvonne’s limbs ached with exhaustion. The sound of the water running soon lulled her into a deep, dreamless sleep.

By the time she opened her eyes the next morning, Norton had already left the room.

Sunlight streamed in through the curtains, casting soft golden streaks across the floorboards.

She gave a long, satisfied stretch, breathing in the peace. Waking up without seeing his face was a blessing in itself.

She hummed her way through her morning routine and skipped downstairs—only for her mood to crash the second she saw him.

𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝘆: 𝗀ⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝗌﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗺

Norton was lounging at the table, chewing slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. “You’re finally up,” he said coolly, his deep gaze flicking toward her without much interest.

Yvonne slumped into a chair and stabbed at her food in silence.

“There’s a business dinner tonight. You’re coming with me.”

“No.” She didn’t even blink as she shot him down, her tone flat and cold. The same guy who had gone behind her back to ruin her job hunt now wanted her to smile at his stupid dinner? What kind of fool did he take her for? She couldn’t be bothered to argue. She pushed back her chair and marched upstairs. With sunlight spilling through the windows, it felt like the kind of morning meant for shutting the world out.

Norton polished off his breakfast, adjusted his cuffs, and was just about to step out the door.

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