Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 613:

A faint, bittersweet smile tugged at her lips. “But Brian… you can’t give me that. The home I long for is something you can never provide.”

Just then, her phone rang, breaking the heavy silence. Seeing Yvonne’s name on the screen, Rachel instinctively pulled away from Brian.

“Wait, I have to take this.”

Bringing the phone to her ear, she spoke softly. “Hey, Yvonne.”

Yvonne’s worried voice came through instantly. “Have you been drinking? You know it’s not good for you…”

Rachel let out a soft, weary chuckle. “I know, Yvonne. But when I’m sober, the pain is unbearable. If I don’t drink, how am I supposed to keep going?”

After ending the call, Rachel’s eyes landed on the wine bottle sitting on the table. Without hesitation, she grabbed it. “Come on, let’s have another drink.”

Brian could tell she was already very drunk and quickly reached for the bottle to stop her. But she refused to give in. Her fingers tightened around the bottle, her knuckles turning white as she held on stubbornly, refusing to let go despite his efforts.

Not wanting to hurt her, he decided to take a gentler approach. “Rachel, that’s enough. You’ve had plenty. If you drink more, you’ll feel worse later.”

Rachel let out a soft chuckle, her arms looping around his neck as she whispered playfully, “I’m already feeling tipsy. Will you carry me later? My legs feel weak.”

Brian nodded slightly in agreement.

𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀・ⅽ𝗼𝗺

She reached for the bottle again. “Just one last sip. Will you drink with me?” she asked, her voice gentle and coaxing.

The way she looked at him made it impossible to refuse. With a sigh, he gave in. “Alright,” he relented.

They clinked their bottles, and Rachel quickly finished the last of her wine. She must have drunk too fast because the wine spilled down her slender neck. The deep red liquid ran in a thin line over her skin before dripping down. She didn’t notice and simply smiled brightly at him.

In that moment, something inside Brian seemed to snap. Unable to resist any longer, he gently held her face and captured her lips in a deep, lingering kiss. A flood of emotions overtook them, and he felt as if he were experiencing an overwhelming desire for the first time, utterly consumed by it.

The instant their lips touched, he was lost in her completely. His kiss was fierce, urgent, filled with possession—like he wanted to claim every part of her as his own.

Rachel didn’t pull away. Instead, she rose on her toes, trying to close the distance between them.

But even as she kissed him back, silent tears slipped down her cheeks, her body trembling ever so slightly.

“Rachel, let’s go home,” Brian murmured.

Wasting no time, he lifted her into his arms and carried her toward the car. Inside the car, Rachel remained unusually silent, resting quietly against his chest. Ronald pressed the gas, racing down the road to get them home as fast as possible.

The moment they reached home, Brian stepped out with Rachel still in his arms, pushed open the door, and made his way inside. Steam curled from the bathroom as the shower ran, filling the space with warmth. Brian carefully lowered her into the bathtub, letting the warm water wrap around her. Only then did he remove his own clothes and step in after her. He assumed she was too drunk to be aware and simply planned to bathe her before tucking her into bed.noveldrama

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