Requiem of a Broken Heart

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Chapter 95 Chapter 95: "That's fine." Once Brian had departed, Rachel retreated to the sofa. As she tucked her arm under the blanket, a cold sensation touched the back of her hand.

Lifting her hand, she saw nothing amiss, yet the distinct aroma of ointment was unmistakable.

Her eyes landed on the ointment tube on the table, realizing that Brian had applied it when she was unaware.

Her feelings were mixed. Did Brian genuinely care for her, or was she reading too much into it? The second reason seemed far more likely. It seemed more probable that he felt guilty about the recent incident involving Jeffrey. His actions were probably driven by pity.

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The following morning, after getting ready, Rachel promptly made her way to his place.

Upon knocking, Brian's voice invited her inside. "Cin." As she entered, she was unexpectedly greeted by the sight of him dressing.

He was halfway through putting on a shirt; one arm was already in the sleeve, while the other still hung loose. His chest was partially visible, with the black buttons straining against the fabric.

Rachel's gaze instinctively fixed on his toned, muscular chest and the smooth tan of his athletic skin. Aware of his good looks, she nonetheless found the timing of their encounter particularly awkward. She abruptly turned her back to him. "Please finish dressing. I'll wait outside until you're ready." All the magic begins at gVlnovls"Okay." However, she found herself waiting longer than expected.

Growing restless, she called out, "Brian..." "Could you lenda hand?” His voice floated from inside.

"With what exactly?" "It's the sleeve. I can't manage to get my arm through." Casting a glance at her watch, Rachel hesitated but eventually re-entered the room.

Aware that he wasn't fully clothed, she deliberately kept her gaze lowered to the floor, avoiding any eye contact or inadvertent glances at his physique.

"My right arm tends to weaken after waking up. I've been struggling to maneuver it into the sleeve comfortably," he explained.

"Okay." Rachel approached his right side to assist with the sleeve.

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Due to their height difference, she had to stretch onto her tiptoes in her effort to reach, She overextended and began to tip over. "Careful!" In a swift motion, Brian caught her, pulling her safely against him.

Their bodies were momentarily close, his nose softly brushing against hers. "Does your nose stil hurt?" he asked, lightly rubbing his nose against hers with a touch of concern. Rachel felt momentarily stunned by the gesture.

A draft from the door quickly brought her back to reality. She stepped away swiftly, creating sspace between them. "No, it's healed. Are you able to fasten the rest of your buttons on your own?" Her question inadvertently left an opening for him.

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