Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 556:

Her eyes widened in shock, her pupils darting around in disbelief. If she hadn’t seen it happen herself, she wouldn’t have believed Norton was capable of something like this. Yvonne’s brain went completely blank.

The sharp crunch of Norton biting into the watermelon shattered the silence. His deep gaze stayed locked onto her, unblinking.

Maybe because he moved too fast, some juice from the watermelon clung to the corner of his mouth, almost dripping.

He casually wiped it away with his long, well-shaped fingers, the motion slow and effortless.

The sight sent a shiver down Yvonne’s spine. It was undeniably alluring, and under the soft glow of the light, the whole moment felt even more intense.

Yvonne couldn’t deny it—this was exactly the kind of moment she had imagined countless times before.

But now that it was real, she instinctively wanted to pull away. “That’s it, all gone. I’m going to bed. Close the door on your way out, okay? Thanks!”noveldrama

Yvonne set the plate down and scurried to bed.

The room fell into silence.

After a few long minutes of quiet, Yvonne figured Norton had left. She lifted the blanket and let out a quiet breath.

But before she could relax, his face appeared right in front of hers.

“Why are you still here?” Yvonne gasped, her face instantly heating up.

Norton said, “This is our bedroom.”

Yvonne’s pulse quickened at his words. “What exactly are you implying?”

He explained, “It’s as you hear. Tonight, this is where I’ll be.” Yvonne hadn’t even formulated a reply when Norton was already slipping under the covers.

She gripped the blanket with resolve, her entire form rigid and immobile. Despite his efforts to wrest the blanket from her, it remained steadfastly in place.

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“The AC’s on high. You really want me sleeping uncovered?”

“Sure, try again.”

With that, Yvonne loosened her hold on the blanket. Immediately, Norton snatched up the blanket, covering himself. Though they lay in the same bed under the same blanket, a vast gulf of silence enveloped them. Motionless, both of them remained, held fast by a silent accord.

After ten minutes, Norton finally asked, “Is it warm in here?”

“I don’t think so,” Yvonne replied.

Why was he sweating as if he were in a steam room? A fierce heat seemed to engulf his body. Even turning down the air conditioner didn’t cool him down as he had expected.

Ten more minutes crawled by, and he still felt like he was on fire. “I’ll find somewhere else to sleep,” Norton said, eventually exiting the room.

A wave of relief washed over Yvonne.

The following morning, Rachel received an update from Norton that Brian had regained consciousness.

“Is he alright? Any potential complications?” Rachel inquired, filled with concern.

“It’s premature to say, but the doctors are optimistic about the outcome of the surgery.”

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