Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 771:

As the lights dimmed, a soft glow from the candles bathed the room in a warm flicker, and voices harmonized in celebration.

Brenda closed her eyes, drawing in a slow breath.

Her wish was simple.

“I just hope he acknowledges my feelings tonight,” she murmured under her breath, her heart tightening.

The cake was massive, and Brenda took her time slicing the first few pieces herself. She carefully selected a piece generously topped with fresh fruit, setting it aside on a plate. As for the rest, she left it in the hands of the waitstaff to distribute.

Rachel’s stomach had been unsettled lately, and the cake was far too sweet for her taste. Instead of indulging, she chose to stroll around the venue.

As she wandered, her gaze landed on a familiar figure. She was about to call out when someone else beat her to it. “Allan.”

Brenda’s voice was crisp and confident as she approached, heels clicking against the floor, a slice of cake elegantly balanced in her hand. Rachel quietly stepped aside, retreating to a less conspicuous spot.

It seemed Allan was on a call.

Brenda slowed her steps, patiently waiting until he finished before speaking.

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“All done? Here, try this. I know you don’t like too much cream, so I picked out the fruit for you.”noveldrama

Allan accepted the plate with a small nod. “Thanks.”

Brenda’s face lit up as she watched him take the first bite.

“Have you had any yet?” he asked.

“Not yet. I’ve been busy with something important.” With a playful smile, she extended her hand. “Speaking of which, where’s my gift?” Her tone carried a subtle charm, her expression filled with anticipation—like someone waiting for a present from someone dear.

Allan hesitated, the cake still in his grasp.

Allan pulled himself together in no time.

“Give me a second. I need to make a call.” Not long after, Alban showed up.

Seeing him, Brenda’s face lit up, assuming Allan had sent him with a gift. But when she looked closer, she realized he wasn’t carrying anything. Alban approached and greeted Allan.

“Alban, I need you as my witness. It’s Brenda’s birthday today, and the company is giving her a two-percent bonus increase this year.” Allan turned to Brenda. “Go ahead and buy yourself whatever you want.”

Given the company’s profits this year, that two percent would add up to several million. For a regular employee, this kind of bonus would be unimaginable. But Brenda wasn’t just any employee.

It was clear that money wasn’t what she truly wanted.

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