Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 533:

She shook her head. “No need. Andres is already waiting for me outside.”

Andres Garrett? Him, again.

“You’ve been seeing a lot of him lately.” There was no mistaking the edge in Brian’s tone.

“That’s my personal business.”

“Just broke up, and you’re already moving on? Tell me, Rachel, was what we had so meaningless to you?” His words stung like a thorn to the heart.

But she had learned how to shield herself.

Rachel gave him a gentle smile. “The past is behind us. We have to keep moving forward, don’t we? I’ll be going now.” Without hesitation, Rachel turned away, her decision firm.

Brian rushed after her, but by the time he reached her, she was already inside the car.

As Brian’s figure shrank in the rearview mirror, Andres spoke in a calm tone. “He still has feelings for you, doesn’t he?”

“Yes,” Rachel admitted with a nod. “But in the end, those feelings don’t run deep enough.”

Their bond was fragile—built on nothing more than surface-level feelings—so it was no surprise that Tracy had been able to shatter it so easily.

Love like that had drained Rachel. She was done with it—tired, worn out, and ready to move on.noveldrama

Once they arrived, Rachel stepped out of the car and turned to Andres. “Thank you for everything. If you ever need anything, I’ll do what I can to help.”

Andres responded smoothly, “Actually, there is something you can do for me.”

“And what would that be?”

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“Would you be open to dating me?” Andres asked without hesitation.

Rachel let out a small, knowing smile before turning him down. “I appreciate your feelings, but I’m not in a position to start a relationship right now.”

Deep down, she knew she didn’t have much time left, and she couldn’t bear to pull him into her world.

“Will you reconsider it?” Andres called out as he watched her walk away.

Rachel didn’t slow her pace. She kept moving forward, putting more distance between them.

Maybe this was the best choice for both of them.

As she approached her front door, her phone buzzed. A message popped up—her bank account had just received a deposit of one hundred thousand dollars.

Brian had sent it. Without a second thought, she typed a message back. “Thank you for your generosity.”

Slipping her phone back into her pocket, she turned the doorknob and stepped inside.

The moment she entered, the mouthwatering scent of food filled the air.

“Jeffrey?” Rachel’s voice carried a note of surprise.

Just as Jeffrey stepped into view, Natalia bounded in with energy.

“Rachel! Finally, you’re home. We’ve been waiting for you.”

Rachel’s eyes landed on the table. “This food… Did you cook it?”

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