Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 706:

Her attention drifted to his hands—long, lean fingers, well-defined knuckles, a subtle strength beneath their elegance.

Yvonne had always had a thing for nice hands, and she couldn’t help but smirk as she teased, “Since when were hotel servers this tall and good-looking? And those hands, are you sure you’re not a hand model on the side?”

Norton didn’t say a word. Fury churned inside him like a storm on the verge of breaking. Yvonne, noticing his silence and downcast gaze, smirked.

“What’s wrong? Are you just shy?”

That was it. Norton had reached his breaking point. Without hesitation, he yanked off the mask.

Yvonne’s breath hitched and her eyes widened in shock. “N-Norton? You?”

“That’s right, it’s me.” Norton’s voice was as cold as steel. “Have you forgotten who you are? You’re a married woman, yet you flirt so effortlessly. Do you think I’m just a ghost in the wind?”

Yvonne mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear, “More or less.”

Norton’s eyes darkened. “What was that?”

“Nothing important.” She crossed her arms. “And if you’re here fishing for information, save your time. I won’t sell Rachel out.”

“That’s not why I’m here,” he replied flatly.

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She raised an eyebrow. “Then what do you want?”

“My grandpa’s birthday is around the corner. I came to bring you home for it.”

A dry chuckle escaped Yvonne’s lips. Of course. Norton never appeared without an agenda.

“Why me? You have plenty of confidantes. I’m sure they’d jump at the chance.”

“Enough with the sarcasm. You know my grandpa wants you there.”

Seeing an opening, Yvonne leaned back with a sly smile. “And what’s in it for me?”

Norton didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled out his phone and made a call.

Moments later, Leif stepped in, bowing slightly as he carried a stack of boxes. Norton gestured lazily. “Let her pick.”

Without hesitation, Leif arranged the boxes neatly and flipped each one open.

When Yvonne caught sight of the jewelry, the vivid colors and timeless designs held her gaze for a moment longer than intended. But then, she quickly averted her eyes, pretending not to care.

Norton gestured toward the jewelry. “Go ahead, pick one first.”

Yvonne tilted her head slightly, her voice unusually sweet. “Just the first pick? I assumed you were offering all of them to me. So it’s just a small share, not the whole treasure?”

Norton hesitated, clearing his throat. “If you want, you can…”

Yvonne cut him off smoothly. “Perfect. Then I’ll take my time making my choice.”

Without another word, she casually picked up her phone and started browsing Shelly’s Instagram.

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