Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 406:

“I’m sorry, Tracy.”

Brian gently but firmly loosened her grip and left decisively.

Tracy crumpled to the floor, her silent sobs turning to muted thumps as her fists hit the floor.

“Why? Why is it this way? What does Rachel possess that I don’t, making you forsake me for her?”noveldrama

Her clenched fists trembled with mounting bitterness.

By the time Rachel reached home, night had already enveloped the city in darkness. The burn on her chest was still fiercely painful. Recalling that she had some burn ointment stashed away, she decided against a trip to the pharmacy.

Upon her arrival, she found Jeffrey already in the arms of slumber, so she tread softly, cautious not to disturb his rest.

In her bedroom, she gingerly sat on the edge of the bed and carefully peeled off her outer garments, switching to a camisole. Relieved from the harsh friction of fabric against her burned skin, the pain subsided somewhat.

Yet, despite her thorough search through the living room and bedroom, the ointment was nowhere to be found. Left with no alternative, she phoned the pharmacy in the neighborhood, requesting a delivery.

About ten minutes later, the doorbell chimed. Without a second thought, Rachel swung the door open, only to find Brian on her doorstep.

Instinctively, she attempted to shut the door, but his keen eyes had already glimpsed the severe burn on her chest.

“How did it get so severe?” he asked, noting the alarming swelling and raw, bloody patches.

“What did you expect?” Rachel replied, her voice faltering as she struggled to find the right words.

Brian’s words faltered, caught in his throat, leaving his thoughts unspoken. Without waiting for an invitation, he grasped her hand and guided her into the living room.

“Let me apply the ointment.”

𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 @ 𝓰ⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⸳𝓬𝓸𝓶

“There’s no need. I can manage.”

“This isn’t the time for stubbornness.”

“I’m not being stubborn.”

“Please let me assist. If you’re really upset with me, you can take it out on me once your wounds are cared for.”

His tone carried a rare softness. Yet, Rachel was still reluctant to let him touch her. Suddenly, she found herself swept off her feet.

“Put me down!” Rachel exclaimed, startled.

“If I’m not mistaken, Jeffrey is asleep. You don’t want to wake him up, right?” Brian remarked slyly, using Jeffrey as leverage.

In a flash, he pushed open the bedroom door and quickly shut it behind them. Once inside, Brian pulled her onto his lap and held her close.

“Let me go!” Rachel protested, continuing to resist.

Brian remained silent. Instead, he opened the ointment and began applying it to his fingertips. He carefully massaged it open, then gently dabbed it onto her wounded skin. Instantly, a cooling sensation spread across the burn, easing the pain significantly.

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