Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 733:

After a while, Curt fetched a change of clothes from the car and brought it up for Allan. Allan didn’t leave that night.

Neither did Brian.

He spent the night in his car, right outside the apartment building. It wasn’t until the early hours of the morning, when Curt drove over to pick up Allan, that Brian finally moved from his stiff position.

Half an hour later, Rachel and Allan came down with her luggage. They were walking side by side, wearing matching light trench coats. Rachel’s curls cascaded down her back in stark contrast to the beige of her outfit, while Allan stood tall and debonair as he assisted her. Even from afar, they were the picture of a perfect, happy couple.

They stopped in their tracks when they noticed Brian approaching them. Ever the gentleman, Allan gave Rachel a smile and said, “I’ll wait for you in the car.”

“There’s no need for that.” She then turned to Brian. “What do you want, Mr. White?”

Her tone was cold and distant, and her overall attitude toward him was one she would usually reserve for a stranger.

Brian felt his heart stutter. Pressing his lips into a thin line, he exhaled and handed over something. “I remember you love pancakes. I checked around the neighborhood and found a stall famous for them. See if you like some.”

Instead of taking the bag, however, Rachel simply said, “Thank you for your kindness, but I’ve already had breakfast.”

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“I see. I’ll be keeping them for myself, then.” Brian slowly withdrew his hand.

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving now.” Rachel remained cool toward him until the end.

“Of course. Take care!” The words tumbled out of Brian’s mouth, each one scraping against his dry throat.

Rachel walked past him, her chin held high, her eyes fixed forward. She didn’t say another word to him, not even a goodbye.

Brian didn’t try to stop her again, contenting himself with staring at her departing figure. He remained rooted to the spot long after she had left.

When Brian returned home that night, Ronald had already placed a dossier about Allan on his desk.

Brian was quite surprised to find that Allan was far more excellent and accomplished than he had initially expected. For the first time, he felt a deep, unsettling sense of crisis. He made up his mind right then and there that he must never let his guard down.

On the day of Rachel’s return, Yvonne personally came to pick her up. It had been so long since they had last seen each other, so they had plenty to catch up on.

“Take your time,” Allan said politely. “I have some company matters to handle, anyway.” He handed Rachel a key. “This is for the apartment I prepared for you. Keep it safe. Call Curt once you’re done with your little reunion. He will pick you up and drive you to the apartment.”

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