Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 730:

His white trench coat draped effortlessly over his tall frame, exuding an air of quiet sophistication. Under the soft glow of the streetlights, his presence felt almost serene, like a comforting shadow in the night.

Rachel paused, a faint blush coloring her cheeks as she tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “I can manage on my own. Why go through all this trouble to pick me up?” Her voice held a mixture of surprise and mild embarrassment.

Before Allan could answer, the driver, who had been waiting patiently, stepped out of the car with a gentle smile. “Mr. Vance insisted on picking you up personally. Now that you’ve decided to come back, he didn’t want to miss the chance,” he explained.

Allan glanced at the driver, his expression soft yet firm. “You speak too much,” he remarked lightly, his reproach carrying an undertone of tenderness.

Rachel chuckled, waving her hand. “There’s no need to make a fuss over it,” she replied quickly.

Allan’s eyes sparkled with subtle amusement as he spoke. “Although Curt can’t help but talk a lot, he did manage to get one thing right. I wanted to pick you up myself.” He glanced over at Curt Robles, who stood quietly by the car.

“And, by the way, I brought you something,” Allan added casually, his voice warm with anticipation. Without missing a beat, he turned to the car and soon returned with an elegantly wrapped gift box in hand.

With a gentle smile, he offered it to Rachel. “Go ahead, open it. I hope you’ll like it.”noveldrama

Fresh content available now gαℓησv𝒆𝓁s․com

Rachel eyed the box with a playful tilt of her head, her lips curling into a teasing smile. “It’s not something too lavish, is it?”

Allan’s smile widened slightly, his tone light and reassuring. “No need to worry. It’s nothing overly extravagant.”

Rachel hesitated momentarily before accepting the gift, her fingers brushing against the smooth packaging. She had planned to wait until she was at home to open it, but the sight of the familiar wrapping stirred something within her. “Is this… Mille Crêpes from Lady M Cake Boutique?” she asked, her voice betraying a mix of surprise and warmth, her excitement palpable.

The Mille Crêpes from Lady M Cake Boutique had always held a special place in her heart. The first time Allan had brought it to her, she’d been entranced by its unique flavor. She had later discovered that many of their cakes, especially the Mille Crêpes, required significant time and effort to make, resulting in a limited daily supply. Whenever she tried to buy one, they were always sold out. She could only experience them when Allan thoughtfully brought them to her.

Now, with the sight of the Mille Crêpes before her, memories flooded back, along with a deep sense of longing. Since moving here, she hadn’t had one in what felt like ages, and the craving she had suppressed was now a sweet, overwhelming sensation.

“Knowing how much you enjoy these, I thought you’d appreciate having some,” Allan explained with a soft smile.

.

.

.