Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 614:

But as soon as he sat down, she reached for him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She wobbled as she pushed herself up slightly before settling onto his lap.

In an instant, all rational thought fled from Brian’s mind.

“Rachel…” His voice was strained as he gently tried to pull away. “Look at me. Do you know who I am?”

“Andres…” Rachel whispered.

The moment that name left her lips, Brian’s expression turned cold. Before she could say anything else, he quickly pressed his hand over her lips. “Shh… you’re drunk. Just rest.”

But Rachel shook off his hand, her eyes hazy yet firm. “No, I have to say this. I lied. I know you’re not Andres, you’re…”

“You’re Brian White. We’re already married.”

Brian gently cupped Rachel’s face, his gaze locked onto hers. “Say it again, Rachel. Who am I?”

“You’re Brian White!”

This time, she spoke slowly, emphasizing each word with clear intent.noveldrama

“That’s right. And more importantly, I’m your husband.”

With those words, he leaned in and captured her lips in a deep kiss.

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Her tightly shut eyes flew open for a brief moment. Her lashes trembled, and the tension in her fists slowly eased before she let her eyes close once more. She reached out, wrapping her arms around the man before her. In that moment, she realized—she was giving in. But what choice did she have?

“Brian, I’m sorry,” she murmured silently in her heart. In all the years she had known him, this was the first time she had taken advantage of him.

The water in the bathtub swayed back and forth, sending ripples across the surface that spilled over the edge in soft waves. It settled for a moment, only to stir again, bubbling up with white foam. The soft groans carried a mix of urgency and tenderness, passion and restraint, creating a mesmerizing rhythm.

When everything finally settled, Rachel was completely drained, too tired to even lift a finger. Her eyelids lifted just a fraction. “I’m so tired,” she mumbled.

“Come here, I’ll take you to bed,” Brian said softly.

“Mm.”

Once they reached the bed, Brian settled beside her, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her into his embrace. Pressed against his chest, Rachel could hear his heartbeat—strong, steady, and fast.

Brian placed gentle kisses on her hair, then on her forehead.

He held her as if she were something precious. “Rachel, let’s look forward. Let’s leave the past behind and focus on the future. If you’re ever upset, talk to me, yell at me if you need to. As long as you’re my wife, nothing else matters.”

Rachel kept her eyes shut, pretending to be fast asleep. What else could she do? She had no answer to give.

The next morning, when Rachel woke up, a dull ache spread through her entire body. The sun was already high in the sky, casting golden rays through the curtains—it was already ten o’clock.

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