Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 703:

This action startled Brian awake, though he remained confused. “Don’t go, Rachel!” he exclaimed, clutching her so tightly that she nearly couldn’t breathe.

She struggled slightly, finding just enough room to draw a breath.

Rachel pushed against Brian again and again, but it was useless—he wouldn’t budge. His strength was overwhelming, and to make things worse, his body felt even hotter than before. His face was tense with discomfort, and he kept mumbling nonstop.

“Rachel, please… don’t go… don’t leave me,” Brian murmured weakly. “I’m sorry… I miss you so much…”

His words came out in fragments, spilling one after another.

But Rachel just stood there, unmoved, not feeling a thing.

“It’s too late, Brian… way too late,” she whispered under her breath.

His forehead was burning up, and despite herself, Rachel hesitated to walk away. She told herself she’d wait just a little longer—just until his fever went down. Then she’d leave for good.

Leaning against the bed, exhaustion crept in, and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep.

By the time she opened her eyes, sunlight was already streaming through the window. The sudden brightness startled her awake, and she instinctively grabbed her phone to check the time.

It was 9:30 AM!

𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗮 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲: g⍶𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗼𝗺

She glanced at Brian, still asleep beside her, and let out a quiet sigh of relief—he hadn’t woken up.noveldrama

Her fingers brushed against his forehead, and his fever was finally gone.

Without wasting a second, she got up and turned to leave right away. However, just as she took a step, she felt a sudden pull—Brian’s fingers had grasped the edge of her clothing, holding her back. Without hesitation, she reached down, tore off the fabric he held, and slipped away before he could stop her.

Stepping outside the hotel, Rachel quickly dialed Allan. “Mr. Vance, I need your help.”

“Of course! What do you need?”

“I need to leave this place, and I don’t want anyone to find out where I’m going. Can you make that happen?”

Allan didn’t hesitate and spoke firmly. “Understood. I’ll take care of it.”

On the other end, the faint buzz of his phone stirred Brian awake. He blinked groggily, realizing Ronald had been calling him nonstop.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he grabbed his phone and dialed Rachel’s number, only to hear that the number did not exist. He quickly tried Yvonne next, but no one picked up.

Running a hand through his messy hair, Brian tried to clear his head. He had been feverish the previous night, but he wasn’t hallucinating—he was sure it had been Rachel. He had no doubt about it.

He wasted no time and immediately contacted the hotel manager, demanding to see the surveillance footage. However, the moment he stepped into the surveillance room, his heart sank. The manager hesitated before explaining that the system had been hacked the night before, wiping out all the footage from that time. There wasn’t a single trace left of what had happened.

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