Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 612:

Rachel blinked, momentarily caught off guard. “Wait… you’re cooking?”

“Does this arrangement please you, my love?” he murmured, bending down to press a soft kiss on the back of her hand.

She chuckled, warmth in her voice. “I’m looking forward to it.”

The sizzle of the grill soon filled the room, carrying a mouthwatering aroma that teased the senses. Once the first steak was cooked to perfection, Brian plated it himself, sliced it neatly, and set it in front of Rachel.noveldrama

“Give it a taste.”

“Alright, let’s see.”

Rachel carefully picked up her utensils, slicing off a bite-sized piece and tasting it with slow, deliberate movements. She remained focused as she chewed, while Brian, watching closely, seemed almost anxious.

When she finally swallowed and took a sip of wine, he couldn’t wait any longer and asked, “Well? How is it?”

“It’s amazing. The beef is so tender, just how I like it.”

That night, Rachel couldn’t stop praising Brian’s cooking.

He ended up preparing ten dishes in total, each one meticulously crafted and served with care.

“That’s enough! Stop cooking and come eat with me,” Rachel called out, shaking her head.

𝘽𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝖌ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀．𝖼𝗈𝗺

“Alright, alright, I’m coming.”

The table stretched between them, making it feel as though they were staring at each other from a quiet distance.

Rachel lifted her glass with a playful glint in her eyes. “Care for a drink?”

Brian smirked slightly. “I’d love to.”

Maybe it was the glow of the evening lights, the rich flavors of the meal, or simply the presence of the man she had once loved so deeply. She continued drinking, her glass never empty for long.

Before she knew it, the bottle of wine had been nearly drained. Noticing her growing intoxication, Brian gently took the glass from her hand. “That’s enough for tonight, sweetheart. Let’s go home.”

“Home,” she echoed, the word slurred as if testing how it felt on her tongue.

Suddenly, her eyes glistened with unshed tears. She forced a smile, but her voice trembled. “Home? Do I even have one?”

Her mother had been gone for years. And her father? He was as good as a stranger. Her brother was fighting leukemia, barely clinging to life. And as for her? She was standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall. Their family was either gone or barely holding on. Maybe the only place they’d reunite was in the afterlife.

And home? She had stopped believing in that a long time ago.

Brian wrapped his arms around her and spoke with conviction. “Yes, Rachel—to our home. I’ll make sure we have one, a place where we belong together.”

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