Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 936:

Stepping out of his embrace, she opened the wardrobe, grabbed a random suit ensemble, and tried to put it on him.

Norton noticed her absentminded expression and clicked his tongue. “You’re not even taking off my pajamas?”noveldrama

Yvonne blinked up at him and hurried to unbutton his shirt.

But the more nervous she got, the more her fingers fumbled, and seconds passed without her getting a single button undone.

“Are you trying to make me late for work?” Norton had tried to be patient, but now he just sounded helpless.

“If you’re in such a hurry, then do it yourself!” Yvonne snapped and glared at him. He sure had some nerve to complain when she was already doing him a favor. Feeling unusually mischievous, he pulled her close and plopped back down on the bed, putting her squarely on his lap. “If you’re having trouble, I can show you how to do it. You can learn first-hand.”

Yvonne didn’t know what to feel about the fact that she was perched sideways on his knee. When she looked down, she found that her fingers were trembling even more than before.

She held her breath and told herself to focus. With great effort, she finally managed to undo his buttons, one by one.

Still, she had to admit that he had an incredible physique.

As she slowly pulled his shirt back, his chiseled abs came into view. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight. She couldn’t resist staring and even swallowed an imaginary lump in her throat.

“Like what you see?” Norton teased, his lips curling into an infuriating smirk. “You’re flaunting it right before my eyes. What do you expect me to do?”

Yvonne retorted, trying to sound righteous, “Want to touch it?”

She swallowed again, her eyes flitting briefly to her face before returning to his abs.

“Oh, my God, you actually do? Hurry and get me dressed!” Norton barked coldly. Just like that, he was back to his usual, aloof self.

Rolling her eyes, Yvonne grabbed the dress shirt and shoved his arms through the sleeves. She buttoned the shirt all the way to the top, imagining she was strangling him with that very last button.

𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 @ 𝓰ⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⸳𝓬𝓸𝓶

Then she pulled back to admire her handiwork. He looked distant and dignified, exactly the type she had fallen for.

Norton didn’t say anything else.

She quickly helped him with his cuffs and suit jacket. As for his trousers, he finally lost his patience and handled them himself.

“You really need more practice. At this rate, the morning meeting will be over before you finish!”

“Whatever,” Yvonne muttered under her breath.

His mistress could worry about these petty little chores. As for her, she would divorce him sooner or later, so what was the point in learning them, let alone being good at them?

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