Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 721:

Rachel quickly shook her head gently. “That won’t be necessary.”

Just as she said that, her phone rang. “Yes, I’m in the innermost private dining room.”

A few moments later, there was a knock on the door. Brian turned to look and saw a strikingly handsome man walking in. There was something familiar about him.

Before Brian could piece it together, the man had already walked up to Rachel, effortlessly taking her purse. “Let’s go home.” His tone was warm and gentle.

“Alright,” Rachel said with a bright smile, nodding.

Brian remained standing there, frozen.

As she passed by, she gave him one last look. “Thanks for dinner. Goodbye.”

“Rachel!” Brian couldn’t stop himself from calling her name.

“Yes?” she asked with a polite smile, though there was a noticeable distance in her gaze.

At that moment, Brian had a flood of questions running through his mind. But he swallowed them back.

“I just wanted to say, I’ll be in town for a few more days. Will I see you again?”

Rachel’s smile dimmed just a little. “I sincerely hope we don’t.” Five simple words, yet they said everything.

𝙑𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 g𝙖𝙡𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙨ⳓ𝙘𝙤𝙢

The best way forward was to never cross paths again.noveldrama

It was only when she got into the car that Rachel finally let out a breath of relief. She rolled down the window and inhaled deeply, trying to steady herself.

“Feeling better now?” Trey asked with concern.

Rachel patted her chest lightly. “Much better. I just really hope I never have to see him again.”

“Now that I’m back, you can leave the inn to Layla and me. Take a few days to yourself—you won’t have to worry about running into him.”

Meanwhile, back in the restaurant, something suddenly clicked in Brian’s mind.

Brian’s mind raced. “It was Trey Cohen! I never thought he’d actually return.”

Brian stayed at the resort for a few more days, but as Rachel had predicted, their paths never crossed.

He understood—she was deliberately keeping her distance, making it clear she had no intention of seeing him again.

This time, all he could do was wait, hoping for an outcome he had no control over. Life had taught him a lesson—one he wouldn’t ignore. He wouldn’t push, wouldn’t demand. If she didn’t want to see him, he had to accept it.

On the third day, fate played its hand. Brian unexpectedly ran into Estella.

The moment she caught sight of him from a distance, she immediately released her father’s hand and dashed toward him.

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