Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 920:

As his hand slipped from hers, Yvonne felt a flutter of unease. How could he touch her so easily, only to withdraw without a second thought? The dissonance left her feeling unsettled, but she quickly masked it with a practiced smile. “I’ll make some tea for you,” Yvonne offered, gesturing for the housekeeper to assist her. After all, Edmond was accustomed to the housekeeper’s tea, and Yvonne, unfamiliar with the process, didn’t want to risk ruining it.

There was something about Norton’s casual demeanor that irked Yvonne. Why did he feel entitled to touch her whenever it suited him?

With frustration simmering beneath her calm exterior, she poured tea leaves into Norton’s cup with a little more intensity than necessary.

After preparing the tea, Yvonne and the housekeeper brought it over, her smile wide and sweet as she presented the cups. “Edmond, have some tea. And you too, Norton,” Yvonne said with forced sweetness, her tone overly affectionate. She beamed at Norton, her smile almost too bright as she invited him to drink. Norton noticed the sly glint in her eyes as she passed him the tea, her lips curving into a smile that hinted at mischief.noveldrama

He couldn’t resist the challenge; with a faint sigh, he lifted the cup and took a careful sip. Almost immediately, his brows furrowed. The bitterness was overpowering. He set the cup down, his expression betraying his discomfort. “Yvonne, your tea-making skills have truly wasted these leaves,” Norton remarked with a pointed edge.

Yvonne’s face fell at his words, but the sparkle in her eyes and the smile she couldn’t quite suppress betrayed her true emotions. “Is it not good?” she asked, her voice laced with mock concern.

Seeing her reaction, Norton couldn’t help but look at her with mild amusement. In that moment, she was far too pleased with herself to notice anything else.

He gently rubbed a chess piece between his fingers before pulling her onto the sofa. “Sit properly. Watch me play chess with Grandpa,” he commanded with playful authority.

Caught off guard by his sudden movement, Yvonne shot him an annoyed glare as she was pulled onto the sofa.

But Norton, without missing a beat, leaned in closer, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Be good.”

Yvonne’s face flushed immediately. The closeness of his touch caught her off guard, sending a flutter through her chest. She quickly reminded herself that his proximity was due to Edmond’s presence and tried not to read too much into it.

𝖁𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖈𝖊: 𝖌𝖆𝖑𝖓𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖘⸱𝖈𝖔𝖒

Edmond, observing the scene, chuckled softly.

After a pleasant dinner with Edmond, the two of them left the house. Norton’s performance had clearly been satisfactory, as they departed without any of Edmond’s usual attendants trailing behind them.

Norton took the wheel, and Yvonne, her spirits high, gazed out the window. The night sky, an inky black canvas dotted with stars, seemed to envelop them. The shadows of trees along the winding road cast eerie yet fascinating silhouettes, adding a layer of mystery to the journey. She hummed softly, caught up in the moment.

Noticing her joy, Norton smiled along with her. “What’s got you so pleased? Are you so content sitting next to me?”

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