Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 389:

Rachel motioned towards Andres, who was heavily inebriated and slumped on the sofa. “He is quite burdened by his intoxication, and he’s proven too heavy for Jeffrey and me to relocate to the room. Would you be able to assist in moving him?”

Caught off guard by the request, Ronald paused, his eyes reflecting his sudden realization. “Are you suggesting he stay here tonight?” he inquired, his tone laced with a hint of concern.

“Yes,” Rachel confirmed succinctly, choosing not to elaborate further.

Despite his reluctance, Ronald had already committed to aiding them. “Very well, I’ll see to it,” he conceded, though internally he harbored reservations, hoping Brian would remain oblivious to the arrangements. The potential fallout of facilitating Andres’s stay while Brian was sent away could ignite Brian’s ire.noveldrama

Ronald managed to move Andres to Jeffrey’s room with more ease than expected. Once assured that Andres was settled, he promptly escorted Brian out, eager to avoid any further complications.

As they approached the car, the lingering effects of alcohol seemed to cloud Brian’s judgment, causing him to misidentify Ronald as Rachel and cling to him relentlessly. Ronald’s initial plan to seat Brian in the back and drive him home himself was thwarted by Brian’s insistent grip.

Left with no alternative, Ronald was compelled to call a chauffeur service. Although only a ten-minute ride, the journey was punctuated by the driver’s curious glances, heightening Ronald’s discomfort. This incident quickly topped his list of the most awkward situations he’d ever encountered.

In an attempt to alleviate the tension, Ronald addressed Brian, hoping to coax some lucidity into his boss. “Mr. White…”

However, his efforts were in vain, as they seemed only to worsen the situation.

Holding Ronald even tighter, Brian leaned into his chest, his voice a whisper laden with vulnerability, “Don’t be upset with me… don’t go. Please, come back to me.”

Ronald muttered softly, almost to himself, “If only you’d treated Rachel better earlier, none of this would’ve happened.” But his musings were cut short as the driver glanced back for the fourth time, a look of curiosity etched on his face. It was then that Ronald grasped the weight of Brian’s drunken ramblings.

Without hesitation, Ronald quickly explained, “Please, don’t misunderstand! This is my boss. He’s going through a tough breakup, and he’s had too much to drink. He was talking to his ex-girlfriend. That’s all there is to it.”

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Ronald hoped his words would sound convincing, but the driver simply nodded and replied, “Oh, I understand.”

“Thank you,” Ronald said politely, though a faint sense of unease lingered. As he replayed the driver’s tone and expression in his mind, a growing suspicion took root. That single, seemingly innocent word now felt loaded with unspoken meaning.

As they reached their destination, Ronald, mindful of the late hour and the driver’s efforts, handed him double the fare. “Thank you,” he said, his tone carrying a note of caution. “I hope you’ll maintain professional discretion.”

The driver nodded immediately. “Don’t worry, sir. Client confidentiality is paramount. Nothing I’ve seen or heard tonight will be shared.”

Ronald acknowledged this with a brief nod, but the driver’s next remark caught him off guard. “I get it. These kinds of situations can be tricky for people to understand. Using an ex-girlfriend as a cover is a smart move.”

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