Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 1040:

Inside, Norton sat on the couch, his expression dark.

The sight of him brought back memories of that morning—Shelly’s cold confrontation. But tonight, Yvonne didn’t feel like arguing. Her good mood was too rare to waste. She rolled her eyes and headed straight for the stairs.noveldrama

“Yvonne.” Norton had been watching her from the corner of his eye, waiting for her to say something—anything. But she walked past without a word, without a glance.

Yvonne acted as if she hadn’t heard, not even pausing her steps.

“Yvonne,” he said again, rubbing his temples as frustration crept in. But by the time he stood up, she had already locked her bedroom door behind her.

She heard him call her name but ignored it. She didn’t have the energy to deal with him tonight.

Every night after work, he would get close to her, but during the day, he would stick with Shelly. How did he manage all of this?

Shutting it all out, she reached into her closet for her favorite silk white nightgown and headed for the shower.

She adored this nightgown, though she had scarcely worn it since purchasing it. Elegant yet daring, it had an open back and a V-neckline that hinted at a touch of allure.

She slipped it on after her shower, feeling a little more like herself. But as she stepped out of the bathroom, she froze. Norton was sitting in her room.

“What are you doing in here? And why didn’t you knock?” she snapped, glaring at him, her voice tinged with anger and impatience.

“I did knock. And don’t forget—I already told you yesterday, I have a key,” he said calmly, his gaze dropping to her nightgown.

She looked effortlessly beautiful. The soft fabric hugged her curves, understated yet undeniably alluring. The V-neckline revealed just enough to fuel his imagination.

She silently cursed herself for forgetting the key. “What do you want? If it’s nothing important, I’m going to bed.” She sat at her vanity, dabbing skincare on her cheeks, her tone flat and final.

Norton stepped closer, standing behind her. “So, I can’t come in unless I have a reason now?”

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He placed a hand on her shoulder. Her skin was warm beneath his touch.

Yvonne rose sharply, shaking him off. She fixed him with a cold stare. “If there’s nothing else, I’d like to sleep.”

“Finish the milk,” he said, pointing to the glass on the nightstand.

She took a few sips, barely tasting it, then set it down.

“There, happy? I’m going to sleep,” she said, climbing into bed and drawing the covers around her.

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