Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 48 Chapter 48: Inside the vehicle, Ronald glanced carefully at the man in the leather backseat and tentatively asked, "Are we heading back?" "Hold here for a moment." Brian didn't roll down the window until he could no longer see Rachel's silhouette fading into the distance. When he did, a burst of crisp air flowed in, slightly refreshing his thoughts.

A thought crossed his mind—he might be losing his sanity.

He and Rachel hadn't exchanged words in a week, yet a sense of unease lingered within him. For instance, returning to a silent, empty hwithout the usual greeting unnerved him. Or the nights spent missing the soothing warmth next to him in bed.

This evening, after a long day at work, he had impulsively boarded an overnight flight just for a brief glimpse of her. Upon discovering she was still at her office late, he had driven there directly.

What he witnessed unsettled him.

Trey was walking her home, his coat draped around her shoulders. She seemed unbothered by it, actually quite at ease.

The scene gnawed at Brian, replaying in his thoughts and aggravating his mood. Jealousy began to creep in. "Ronald, check the hotel for any available food. Order something for her and send it up with a bottle of red wine," he instructed sharply.

Ronald wore a confused expression. "Should I send it to Ms. Marsh?" Brian gave him a stern glance. "Who else would it be for?" Newest chapters on gal"Yes, of course. I'm just unsure about the red wine." Brian's eyes grew intense. "She always gets hungry after working late. Hunger keeps her from sleeping. A glass of red wine will help her unwind and sleep soundly." With that, Ronald rushed to the hotel reception and carried out the order efficiently.

He sensed that Rachel was becoming increasingly important in Brian's life. The real issue, however, was that Brian had yet to recognize it.

Rachel had just stepped out of the shower, wrapped in a bath towel and preparing for bed, when the sound of the doorbell interrupted her.

"Ms. Marsh, your order is here." Rachel was confused. Her order? She hadn't requested anything.

After a moment of reflection, she concluded that Trey must have placed the order on her behalf.

When she opened the door to find all her favorite dishes before her, she felt a genuine surge of surprise. The sight of the bottle of red wine heightened her astonishment.

"Thank you!" Feeling the pangs of hunger, she welcomed the delivery without hesitation.

That evening, Brian remained seated in his vehicle for an extended period. An hour passed before he spoke softly, "Let's proceed." "Got it. By the way, the hotel receptionist just informedthat Ms. Marsh consumed the entire bottle of red wine." Brian's features stiffened. “Why didn't you informearlier?" Before Ronald could reply, Brian was already exiting the vehicle and heading toward the hotel.

Unbeknownst to Rachel, the hotel was a property owned by Brian's family. This connection made it easy for Brian to secure a room key.

As he unlocked the door, the scene that unfolded was just as he had envisioned.

Rachel lay sprawled across the bed, her bath towel loosely hanging on her, slippers scattered carelessly, and a wine glass tipped over on the carpet.

Clearly, she was heavily intoxicated after finishing the bottle. No surprise there, given her condition.

The scent of alcohol clung to her, prompting Brian to gently clean her up before lifting her into bed and tucking her in. Her cheeks, flushed from the wine, glowed under the soft lighting, enhancing her beauty.

Brian admitted to himself that he had always been drawn to her allure.

Her current state, visibly tipsy, only intensified his attraction. However, Brian restrained himself from acting on impulse.

After ensuring she was comfortable, he began to leave the room.

"Please don't go!" A soft murmur made him stop in his tracks.

He looked back to find Rachel's slender fingers grasping his. Aware that she was intoxicated and not fully awake, he did not take her plea to heart. Carefully, he attempted to disengage her grip. However, she tightened her hold, unwilling to release him.

Concerned about causing her pain, he refrained from applying too much force. In the end, he resigned himself to sit beside her, whispering reassurances. "Be good, Rachel. It's tto sleep." "You can't go. I need you to stay," she whispered back.

"Alright, I'll remain here. I'm not leaving." "Okay." She nodded with conviction and drifted back to sleep.

Ten minutes later, confident that she was deeply asleep, Brian quietly tried to exit once more.

But his wrist was suddenly clasped firmly.

Rachel's eyes snapped open, surprising him.

Brian's pulse quickened, anxious about how she might react after not seeing him for a week. Yet, when she blinked, her look was dazed yet endearing.

She reached up, looping her arms around his neck, her words thick and endearing. "You're Brian, aren't you?" Before he had a chance to respond, she placed a finger gently on his lips.

"Shh, don't speak. Stay silent! If you talk, you'll break my dream." At that moment, Brian understood that she believed she was dreaming. "But you do resemble him so much!" Rachel exclaimed, playfully tugging at his cheek.

"Mm, your skin is so soft and springy.

It feels lovely! Brian, you're so attractive, it makes.

With your looks envious.

E wouldn't need to work; I could just live off my appearance!" Her excitement was growing, her speech becoming more spirited. Brian moved to disengage her hand from his face, but she resisted.

"Don't move! Shh, this is my dream.

You must do as I say. You can't just act on you squeezed We With that, she his cheek again, this twith a slight scowl. "Wait, is that stubble? Brian, your stubble feels rough!" Rachel's playful tone caught Brian off guard.

Brian struggled to maintain his composure. In the past, he wouldn't have tolerated such teasing-he' N might have turned the tables on her.

But tonight, he felt powerless, merely letting her do as she pleased. Resolving to satisfy her, he took her hand and brought it to his lips.

"Here," he murmured softly. "Touch here, it's not rough." Rachel's fingers caressed his lips, and a pleased smile spread across her face. "Mm, so smooth. Feels good. I want to try it." Before Brian could respond, she moved closer and kissed him.

His thoughts scattered, a wave of warmth rushing through him. Just as he was about to speak, she deepened the kiss.