Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 812:

She hadn’t expected this.

She hadn’t expected him to sing so well.

As the last note faded, Allan stepped toward her, his voice gentle.

“It’s a beautiful night. Shall we share a song together?”

Rachel didn’t hesitate.

She reached out, placing her hand in his.

His palm was broad, warm, steady.

For the longest time, she had believed only Brian could make her feel this way. But now, she wasn’t so sure.

The wind was a gentle caress, wrapping around Rachel like a soft embrace.

Music played in the background, blending with the sound of laughter, while fireflies flickered through the air, painting the night with their golden glow.noveldrama

Everything felt peaceful, almost dreamlike.

Rachel sang a few more songs, savoring the rare escape from the constant rush of city life.

For the first time in a long while, she felt completely at ease.

As she stepped off the stage, a delicious aroma drifted toward her, rich and smoky, making her stomach stir.

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She inhaled deeply.

“What smells so good?”

Allan chuckled and reached for her hand.

“Come with me.”

He led her forward, guiding her through the dimly lit clearing.

Not far ahead, a barbecue grill had been set up, glowing embers casting flickering shadows. The scent of sizzling meat filled the air, warm and mouthwatering.

In front of the grill, a figure worked skillfully, her long braids swaying with every movement as she flipped the skewers with expert precision.

Rachel’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Lizzie?”

Lizzie hadn’t been here earlier, so seeing her now was unexpected—but a welcome surprise.

More importantly, Lizzie’s presence meant Rachel wouldn’t be alone with Allan, which, if she was honest with herself, made her uneasy.

She couldn’t shake the feeling that being alone with him tonight might lead to a conversation she wasn’t ready for—one that might change everything between them. And she wasn’t sure how she’d respond.

But now, with Lizzie here, that tension melted away.

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