Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 894:

Rachel nodded with quiet determination, her gaze firm. The decision had settled in her heart the moment Allan passed, only delayed by the three-year agreement. Now that the time had come to an end, she was ready to act.

Lizzie’s voice faltered, a trace of reluctance and worry creeping in. “You won’t be gone forever, will you?”

Rachel smiled warmly and gently pinched Lizzie’s cheek. “Of course not. You’re all here, so I’ll definitely come back.”

Lizzie felt a sense of relief settle over her. “Alright,” she said, her voice soft but resolute. “If this is truly your decision, and helping others is where your heart lies, then I’ll stand by you. When I return, I’ll set up a charitable organization to support you.”

Rachel gave a small, appreciative smile. “Thank you, Lizzie.”

The final month passed in a blur. Rachel reflected on how quickly it had gone by, especially the last day, which arrived with soft, steady raindrops falling from a gray sky.

Early that morning, she gently knocked on Brian’s office door. “Today marks my last day under your guidance. I’ve handed over most of my responsibilities, and I’ll be leaving promptly after work,” she said, her words carrying a subtle weight. It was her quiet way of signaling that the three-year commitment they had made was now coming to an end.

Brian glanced up from his desk, his gaze thoughtful. For a moment, his expression seemed to carry a thousand unsaid words, but in the end, his voice softened. “Rest assured,” he said quietly, “I will keep my word.”noveldrama

“Thank you,” Rachel replied softly.

Brian tilted his head slightly, his gaze thoughtful. “I remember the last time I sent you home by my jet… You thanked me then, too.”

Rachel gave a small, acknowledging nod. “Yes.”

Brian’s lips curled slightly as he continued, “How about treating me to a meal? Let’s mark the end of these three years properly, with a fitting conclusion.”

It was a reasonable request, one that Rachel had no reason to deny. “Alright,” she agreed, her voice warm. “Do you have a place in mind?”

𝖁𝖎𝖊𝖜 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖈𝖊: ⳑ𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀․𝗰𝗼𝗺

Brian glanced at her and replied, “No, I’ll leave the decision to you.”

“Alright,” Rachel said, her voice calm yet thoughtful.

Rachel chose a sophisticated restaurant, one that matched Brian’s status, exuding elegance and refinement.

When the menus were presented, Rachel gently pushed hers toward Brian. “I’m the one thanking you, so please, choose the dishes first,” she said, her voice steady.

Brian smiled, his eyes glinting with familiarity. He effortlessly listed several dishes, each one carefully chosen. As Brian spoke, Rachel’s surprise grew—each item was one of her favorites. She blinked, taken aback. “You really don’t need to cater to me like this. Just order what you enjoy.”

Brian’s smile deepened, his eyes meeting hers. “What you love, I love too.”

As the meal progressed, Rachel ordered a bottle of wine. The waiter poured them both a glass, and Rachel took her first sip. The taste was rich and smooth, immediately pleasant against her senses. On this particular evening, the wine seemed to offer an added layer of comfort, so Rachel allowed herself to indulge. Perhaps, knowing this was their farewell, they both drank more than they usually would.

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