Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 930:

Yvonne calmed down at that, brushing off her jumbled, presumptuous thoughts.

“Why even bother picking it up? It’s been in the trash, it’s dirty. Just looking at it disgusts me. Gross!”

Norton shot her a glare. “Are you trying to imply something about me?”

“Of course not, I wouldn’t dare!”

They finished their meal in silence.

“Bring me lunch tomorrow,” Norton said when he was done eating.

Yvonne didn’t bother to hide her annoyance. “Fine!” she huffed.

“You’ve really been acting out a lot today,” Norton drawled as he stood up and walked around the table to where she sat. “Why don’t you make it up to me and put me in a good mood?”

He leaned in and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

Yvonne had to admit that she had gone too far, but he had started it!noveldrama

She lowered her head, refusing to meet his eyes. “What do you have in mind?” she asked through gritted teeth.

“Spend the night with me,” Norton whispered.

Yvonne looked up then, her eyes wide with shock. “What?”

What in the world did he mean?

Norton chuckled and ruffled her hair. “What are you thinking? I just wanted you to watch a movie with me.”

Yvonne’s sigh of relief was loud and heavy. “Why don’t you just ask Shelly instead?” she muttered begrudgingly.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to bring up other women in front of your husband?” Without warning, Norton pinched her cheek. Yvonne scrambled out of her chair and fled the dining room.

Norton’s presence was far too overwhelming. His face, his scent—it was too much all at once, and her thoughts were going wild.

“I’m going to change,” she called out as she bounded up the stairs.

A smile tugged at Norton’s lips as he watched her make her escape. His wife truly had the softest cheeks.

𝗧𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 g⍺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀﹐ⅽ𝗼𝗺

It didn’t take long for Yvonne to get ready, and soon, they were driving to the cinema.

They settled for a newly released romance movie.

It wasn’t particularly good, but it was romantic. Perhaps that’s why Yvonne felt weird about watching it with Norton.

He had booked the entire VIP theater, so it was just the two of them. And so, when his phone suddenly rang, it was louder and more grating than usual.

“Norton, I really want to see you…” a sickly sweet, female voice came through the line, ruining the romantic mood and shattering Yvonne’s fleeting fantasies. Norton patted Yvonne on the shoulder, silently telling her that he needed to step out.

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