Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 1041:

But Norton followed, lying down beside her and pulling her into his arms. His hand found her waist—soft, familiar. But she stiffened and sat up instantly.

“What are you doing? Go back to your own room,” she glared at him, her patience fraying.

“This is my room. I’m sleeping here tonight.” He smiled faintly, amused by her irritation.

“I have work tomorrow,” she said with a frown. “Stop messing around.”

“Is that job really worth it?” he asked, a smug smile playing on his lips.

She looked at him, a flicker of irritation crossing her face. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re still recovering, but you keep pushing yourself. Late nights, overtime… do you really think you can keep doing this?”

He hesitated, then said quietly, “Your job isn’t that important—not enough to be running yourself into the ground.”

Yvonne’s voice spiked with anger. She shoved him hard. “What’s wrong with my job?”

Instead of answering, Norton pulled her back into his arms, his fingers gently combing through her silky hair.

She bit down sharply on his shoulder. He winced in pain and let go, giving her just enough space to slip away from him.

“Go on, say it,” Yvonne challenged, eyes blazing.

“As my wife, don’t you know family should come first?” Norton replied, rubbing his aching shoulder.

Yvonne let out a bitter laugh. “Do you even understand why photography matters to me? You want me to give up my career—for what? For a so-called family that doesn’t even exist?”

Norton’s face darkened, his expression turning cold. “A family that doesn’t exist?” he repeated, his voice low and tense.noveldrama

“You worked yourself into the hospital for that job. Can’t you see what it’s doing to you?”

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“I love what I do. It’s my choice,” she snapped, getting out of bed.

“If you’re so determined to sleep here, fine. It’s all yours.” She grabbed her robe and was about to walk out.

Norton muttered, “Do whatever you want. I shouldn’t have bothered caring in the first place.”

He picked up the empty glass and stormed out.

Yvonne watched him go, her jaw tight. Once the door clicked shut behind him, she locked it and dragged a chair in front of it. Then she lay down, pulling the covers up to her chin.

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