Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 933:

“Why would she be here?” Norton’s voice cut in, startling them both.

Yvonne and Leif looked up in unison to find him leaning against the doorway to his office, his expression bland.

“Look at you. You were so lost in her charm yesterday, but now you’re all cold and stoic,” Yvonne clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes as she walked past Norton and into his office.

In any case, Leif had helped her a lot, so she decided to let his boss off the hook for now. If it had been any other day, she wouldn’t have been so forgiving toward Norton after he had ditched her for Shelly last night.

Norton reached out and grabbed her arm. “Explain yourself. When have I ever lost in her charm?”

“All right, fine. Whatever you do with Shelly is your business. I’m not bothered; I know my place. Now hurry up and eat.”

Yvonne pulled her hand free and walked over to the table to unpack the lunchbox.

“Here you go—exactly what you asked for.”

Norton sank into the seat beside her, his expression dark. He ignored the fork she offered and fixed his eyes on her face.

Yvonne frowned and set the fork down in front of him. “Go on. Eat.”

“What does Shelly have to do with yesterday?” Norton asked, his voice low.

Yvonne felt a mix of jealousy and frustration. She had just told him she wouldn’t make a fuss, so why was he so fixated on the subject? She had her pride, too!

Norton said, “Say something.”

“Look, I already explained the situation to Edmond. You have nothing to worry about. He won’t find out about your relationship with Shelly.” Yvonne tilted her head to the side and forced a smile. “I’ll cover for you when it comes to Edmond. But I hope you won’t ask me to do such things again.”

Norton’s frown deepened. “Didn’t I already tell you yesterday? Shelly is not a threat to your position. Why are you still hung up on her?”noveldrama

“I never was, and I never will be,” Yvonne replied smoothly, her smile widening as she picked up the fork and handed it to him again.

Norton finally took it, all while grumbling, “You’re on a mission to drive me crazy, aren’t you?”

𝕋𝕣𝕦𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖: gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝕖𝗅𝕤⧽ⅽ𝗈𝗺

“I wouldn’t dare.”

“Why did you use yesterday’s lunchbox?”

Yvonne giggled. “Aren’t you fond of it? I mean, you treated it like it was something precious, so I figured you would be pleased.”

He turned to glare at her through narrowed eyes. “You’re really starting to piss me off.”

She wagged a finger in front of his face. “Wouldn’t dare.”

“Like I would believe that. Didn’t you go out to the racetrack yesterday?” Norton retorted as he started eating.

His tone was casual, but Yvonne’s reaction was the opposite. “Were you spying on me?”

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