Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 565:

The room fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the faint sound of their breathing. Brian’s face remained calm, almost stoic, but beneath the surface, a cold detachment had settled in.

Sensing the weight of the moment, Rachel struggled to find the right words. When none came, she shifted the topic, her voice gentle but tentative. “Are you thirsty? Let me get you some water.”

Brian didn’t respond, his silence speaking volumes. He sat there, his gaze distant, as though he were somewhere far removed from the room, lost in the quiet that had settled between them.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” Rachel asked, her voice gentle, though a hint of uncertainty lingered in her tone.

“No,” Brian replied, his tone calm and detached.

Rachel pressed her lips together, the weight of his silence settling between them. She, too, fell quiet, unsure of how to bridge the distance that seemed to grow with each passing second.

A cool breeze stirred the curtains, carrying with it a chill. Rachel’s concern deepened; she quickly moved to close the window, eager to shield him from the cold that might worsen his condition.

Turning back, she saw that the blanket had slipped from half of his body. Without hesitation, she hurried to tuck him in, smoothing the fabric gently. “The weather can be unpredictable, and you’re still recovering. It’s important to stay warm.”

Once Rachel finished, she began to pull her hand away, but Brian’s fingers closed around her wrist, his grip firm and unyielding. “Why are you doing this?” he asked, his voice low and searching.

She paused, then replied calmly, “I just don’t want you to get sick.”

His gaze narrowed, skepticism flickering in his eyes. “Are you sure? This isn’t just some tactic to win my favor so I’ll let Jeffrey go?”

Rachel’s heart skipped, but she remained steady, meeting his gaze. “No,” she said softly. Though part of her hoped he might reconsider Jeffrey’s situation, her actions now were driven only by genuine concern, not some hidden agenda.

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Brian studied her for a long moment before speaking again, his voice skeptical. “Are you certain? You don’t have any other requests from me?”

His grip tightened around her wrist, the pressure sharp and unmistakable. Rachel winced, her brows knitting together as she met his gaze. “Yes, I do have a request,” she answered, her voice steady but filled with quiet sincerity.

It was exactly what Brian had anticipated, and the realization hit him harder than he cared to admit. For a fleeting moment, he wished she would lie, just once, to give him some small comfort. But she didn’t, not even to offer him a semblance of hope.

With the topic now laid bare, Rachel knew there was no point in holding back any longer. She took a slow breath, her voice soft but firm as she spoke, the words heavy with desperation. “Brian, I know Jeffrey was wrong to stab you. It was entirely his fault, but please, could you let him go this time? For my sake?”

“For your sake?” Brian’s response was indifferent, almost detached. “If I remember correctly, beyond being superior and subordinate, we no longer have any connection. If I intervened every time a subordinate made a mistake, I would never have a moment’s peace.”

Rachel swallowed hard, her voice faltering but determined. “I mean, for what we were, for the time we were together. We were engaged.”noveldrama

“But we’re not anymore,” Brian interrupted, his tone cold and final. “We ended things. I have no reason to help you.”

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