Requiem of a Broken Heart

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Chapter 159 Chapter 159: Not even for him.

"I'll say it one more time-lie down." His voice had turned icy.

Yvonne hesitated, but before she could protest, he leaned in, his tone laced with warning. "Do you want to lie down yourself, or should I cut your clothes off with scissors?" A nervous breath escaped her lips. "Can you turn off the lights?" she asked quietly.

"I'll leave one wall lamp on," he relented.

His willingness to compromise made her stop resisting.

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Slowly, she lifted the hem of her nightgown, exposing the full extent of her injuries.

Her pale skin made the bruises look even more severe, dark shadows blooming across her back.

When Norton pressed his fingers gently against her skin, she flinched, biting down on her lip to muffle a gasp.

"I'm applying ointment and massaging the bruises. It'll help them heal faster," he explained, his voice steady. "It might sting a little, so try to bear with it." "Okay," she murmured, though a hint of apprehension laced her voice.

"If it hurts too much, just cry out." The cool ointment sent a soothing chill through her skin.

But as his hands moved, kneading carefully, a sharp pain shot through her back. It burned.

The warmth of his palms and the ointment intensified, spreading over her skin like fire.

The sensation burned, an unbearable mix of heat and pain.

Despite her best efforts to stay silent, soft whimpers escaped her lips.

LVTEST CHαpters in glovels.☐☐☐ After nearly ten minutes, she could no longer endure it.

"Norton, are you done? I can't take this anymore," she pleaded. "Can you stop now?" Norton paused, and relief flooded her-until he spoke. “No. Ten more minutes." And then he continued. Eventually, whether from sheer exhaustion or the pain dulling into something tolerable, her eyelids fluttered shut, and she drifted into sleep.

By the tmorning came, the bed beside her was empty.

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She hurried to the bathroom, her heart pounding as she turned her back to the mirror.

The sight made her stomach drop.

The bruises had darkened, spreading across her skin, making her back look even worse than before.

And Norton had seen it all. The thought only deepened the weight in her chest.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

When she opened it, a servant greeted her with a warm smile m for a massage "Norton arranged for a therapist to cbefore he left. It should help with your recovery."

Yvonne instinctively shook her head. More massages? Her backcouldn't take it. "I don't need it."

The servant hesitated, looking slightly uneasy. "But he insisted that youn complete the treatment under supervision. Besides, the therapist is already here, waiting downstairs."

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