Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 923:

“If you want it, come and get it,” he teased, holding the bottle just out of her grasp. “If you can reach it, it’s yours.”

Yvonne, her frustration mounting, stretched up to grab the bottle but only managed to bump into his chest. The impact of his firm muscles sent a jolt through her, causing a sharp ache in her forehead. The sting made her eyes well up with tears, and she looked up at the bottle, her breath unsteady.noveldrama

Seeing the tears gathering in Yvonne’s eyes, Norton’s expression softened. “How about we save it for next time?” he offered gently.

Yvonne gently rubbed her forehead and leaned against him, surrendering to the moment. She knew fighting him would be pointless. Her voice was barely a whisper as she muttered, “Why do you always break your promises? You give me hope, only to crush it…”

“What did you say?” Norton asked, his brow furrowing as he leaned down to hear her better. But she refused to speak any further. Sensing her vulnerability, he pulled her gently toward the bedroom, concerned she might continue drinking.

“Where are you taking me?” she protested, her steps wavering unsteadily. She paused in front of the sofa, her stubbornness evident. With a soft sigh, she collapsed onto the cushions, patting the seat beside her. “Come here,” she coaxed, her voice low. “I have a secret to tell you.”

Norton paused, glancing at her. She tilted her head up toward him, her pale neck exposed, inviting a moment of quiet contemplation.

“Come closer!” she urged, her tone filled with impatience.

He nodded, settling beside her and leaning in closer, drawn by the intensity of the moment.

“Closer…” she whispered, her voice a tantalizing mix of command and invitation.

“Alright,” he murmured, feeling her presence envelop him like a gentle breeze. He leaned in, heart racing, eager to hear her next words.

“I’ll tell you…” she started, but before she could finish, she suddenly bit his ear. The sharpness of the bite caught him off guard, and she quickly pulled away, spitting in disgust.

“Ouch!” Norton winced, rubbing his ear, shocked by the unexpectedness of it. “Yvonne, are you a dog?”

Yvonne retorted with a bold, triumphant smile. “Biting you makes me feel dirty!” Her words, sharp and defiant, carried an almost playful victory, as if she had won some unseen battle between them.

𝙍𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 @ gⲁⳑ𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗺

Norton’s lips curled into a quiet smile, amused by her unrelenting spirit. “Hmm?” he murmured, his arms encircling her with slow, deliberate intent.

Yvonne found herself drawn into his embrace, his face inches from hers. Her mind, clouded by alcohol, focused solely on his sharp features, the lines of his jaw, the intensity of his eyes.

“Let’s see how many bad words you can spill from those lips,” he murmured, his voice low and playful, as he leaned in to kiss her. His lips brushed against hers briefly, and then he chuckled softly. “So soft.”

The kiss was brief, barely a whisper of contact before he pulled away, leaving her with nothing more than the lingering heat of his touch.

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