Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 1039:noveldrama

Ethan listened intently, giving her space without pushing for more information but providing reassurance. “It’s perfectly normal. Our wants and needs evolve as we navigate through life’s stages. It’s natural to feel let down after you receive something you once thought you wanted.”

Yvonne let out a sigh. “But did I actually get it? It seems like I never really possessed it.”

Ethan gave her shoulder a comforting pat. “Alright, don’t get stuck on it. That was what you needed back then. You don’t require it now.”

She paused to reflect. “You’re right. I just have no idea what I need now if I move on from that goal.”

“Then concentrate on your work. When you’re busy, many things start to lose their significance,” Ethan replied, noticing her puzzled look.

“You hit the nail on the head! Mr. You truly are like my life coach!” she laughed.

“I’m feeling much better. Thanks for today. Let’s make our way back.” Yvonne got to her feet, her smile sincere. Ethan had provided her with significant support that day. She had been down in the dumps because of Norton and Shelly. However, after listening to Ethan’s guidance, she felt a weight lifted off her shoulders.

Now it was time to concentrate on her work. Her abilities were the only things that truly belonged to her; everything else was just passing.

Yvonne walked a few steps ahead, then turned to wait for Ethan, her face lighting up with a radiant smile.

Ethan met her gaze, his eyes softening with warmth.

He stood and joined her. “Let me take you home,” he said gently.

The ride back was quiet and peaceful. Yvonne was in a better mood.

She rested her chin on the window ledge, watching the glow of city lights blur into the night sky. Moonlight spilled over the horizon, casting a silvery sheen on the roads.

“I didn’t realize it’s gotten so late,” she murmured.

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“Yeah,” Ethan replied, a wistful note in his voice. “Time flies. And thanks for today. I really had a good time.”

“I should be the one thanking you,” she said. “Thanks for spending the day with me.”

The car pulled up outside her residence. She got out and thanked him, a warm smile playing on her lips.

He nodded, his smile lingering. He said nothing more, but his heart felt full. Time with her always left him quietly content.

She hurried home after wishing him goodnight. It was late, and she needed to wash up—work awaited her in the morning.

She hummed softly as she unlocked the door, still riding the warmth of the evening.

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