Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 787:

The words had hit her like a lightning bolt.

“Are… are you serious?”

“Of course. That’s the main reason I helped you.” His tone had shifted, quieter, heavier. “A lot happened between Rachel and me. She wants nothing to do with me anymore, doesn’t even want me in her life. But you, you were the person she trusted most. Go back to her. Stay by her side. That’s all I ask.”

Samira had nodded instantly, a smile breaking through. “I’d be honored.”

“I don’t want you to pay back a single dollar. There’s just one condition — don’t let her know I had anything to do with this.”noveldrama

Rachel might be happy to have Samira back, but if she knew he was behind it, she would only push harder to keep him away. He didn’t want updates, didn’t want reports on her life. He just needed to know she wasn’t alone. That was enough.

The karaoke lounge was still buzzing with energy, laughter and music filling the air. By now, everyone had taken a turn, leaving only one person. All eyes landed on Rachel. “Ms. Marsh, how about you sing next? Your voice is amazing! We’d love to hear you.”

With the mood so high, she didn’t hesitate.

“Alright, I’ll do one.”

𝗢𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺: 𝗀Ɐ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗺

It had been a while since she last sang, so she picked a song she knew well. As the melody poured from the speakers, nostalgia wrapped around her like a warm embrace. She barely got through the first line before the crowd erupted into cheers. “Wow! I wasn’t exaggerating—she really does have an incredible voice!”

Completely lost in the music, she sang without holding back, her voice weaving effortlessly with the melody. It wasn’t until she set down the microphone that she noticed Allan standing near the entrance. A casual smile crossed her lips as she walked over. “When did you get here?”

She had invited him to the department’s dinner earlier, but he hadn’t responded. She assumed work had kept him too busy, that something more important had come up. She hadn’t expected him to arrive just as she was singing.

“I walked in right at the end,” Allan said, his voice carrying a note of regret. “You were incredible. Too bad I missed most of it.”

Before Rachel could respond, the crowd erupted. “Ms. Marsh, one more song!”

“Yeah! We need an encore!”

Caught up in their excitement, she laughed and picked another track. By the time she finished, the entire room was on their feet, cheering and clapping.

Allan lounged on the sofa, his gaze soft yet unwavering as it trailed through the crowd. He didn’t say a word, but the subtle curve of his lips spoke volumes.

When the night wound down, everyone gradually parted ways. Outside, a fine drizzle floated through the air like silken mist. A gentle breeze carried it up, making it dance weightlessly. Tiny droplets kissed Rachel’s cheeks and wove through her hair—so faint they were barely noticeable—yet under the streetlights, they shimmered like scattered diamonds, catching the light in the most delicate way.

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