Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 16 Chapter 16: "Nothing," Rachel replied, her voice cold.

Tracy, having been dismissed curtly twice already, looked visibly annoyed.

However, she quickly masked her irritation with a cheerful grin and leaned forward. "Rachel, it seems Brian hasn't been coming hat night lately, has he?" A knot formed in Rachel's chest.

Yet, her exterior remained cold as she retorted, "That's none of your concern." With those words, she entered the elevator and desperately hit the button to close the doors, leaving Tracy standing alone outside.

Outside, Tracy seethed with rage, struggling to maintain her composure, powerless to respond.

Once inside her office, Rachel allowed her stoic facade to fall.

It seemed to her that Brian's impatience was becoming blatant. He had moved in with Tracy right after she left. His actions were more desperate than she had anticipated.

If that wasn't the truth, why would Tracy know he hadn't been hfor five days? Rachel pondered this until the only logical conclusion surfaced.

"Ms. Marsh, here's your coffee!" Samira interrupted her thoughts, entering with a cup of coffee.

As Rachel reached for it, she accidentally spilled the hot coffee on herself. The pain from the scalding coffee was immediate.

Samira reacted quickly, grabbing her arm. "Let's run your hand under water." In a daze, Rachel followed her to the restroom, where she ran her hand under the tap, the cold water easing the burn. Her mind wandered, picturing Brian with Tracy.

Check the newest chapters on gVlnovsThe more she dwelled on it, the more her mind ached.

It seemed relentless work was the only thing that could numb the pain in her heart.

That night, Brian was scheduled to appear at a charity gala.

Before, Rachel would have been the one to choose his attire for these events.

Now, however, their communication had broken down.

Therefore, Ronald took over the responsibility.

Despite presenting several suits, Ronald couldn't satisfy Brian's exacting standards.

The suits were either the wrong color, out of style, or cwith mismatching ties. Brian found a fault with each one.

After being dismissed for the sixth time, Ronald was leaving when Tracy walked in.

Noticing his gloom, she asked, “What's the matter? You seem upset. Is it something to do with Brian?" Ronald didn't particularly like or dislike Tracy, so after hesitating, he told her.

Tracy reassured him with a smile, "I thought it was something urgent. It's fine, I'll handle it." Within minutes, she had laid several fashion suggestions across Brian's desk.

Brian glanced up, his face showing little emotion. "What brings you here?" Perhaps realizing his tone was too cold, he added with concern, "Are you feeling better?" With a playful twirl, Tracy said, "Much better, actually, and I'm back at work. Look, I've even selected soutfits for you. What do you think?" Brian's mood shifted suddenly to annoyance.

"Ronald!" His voice boomed toward the doorway.

Ronald hurried in, all smiles. "Did you need something?" Brian's expression remained cold as he scattered the photos at Ronald's feet. "Seems like you're perfect at dodging work. I gave you a simple job, and you pass it off to her just like that? She's barely recovered, and you burden her with this?" Ronald felt utterly misrepresented.

Before he could defend himself, Tracy intervened. "Brian, there's been a misunderstanding. I offered to help. I thought I might choose something nice for you. Also, you might need a date for the event. I'd be delighted to join you if you'd like." Before she could finish, Brian interrupted her.

He then addressed Ronald with a severe look. "Enough looking. I've decided on the sky-blue suit Rachel bought. It's at my place. Go get it now." Ronald, anxious to avoid further mistakes, proceeded with caution. "Should I bring a specific tie?" "Have Rachel select it. She knows how to match them. Just take whatever she picks." "I'm on it right now," Ronald replied, relieved. He exhaled deeply and exited.

In the office, Brian and Tracy were left alone.

A shadow fell over Tracy's face. She nibbled her lip, her voice tinged with hurt.

"Brian, don't you want to see me?" "You're overthinking it," Brian replied, his mood sour from the past few days. To be precise, ever since his argument with Rachel, he hadn't been in a good mood.

Rachel had proven more resilient than he had anticipated. She hadn't reached out to him for five straight days. Previously, she wouldn't have lasted five hours without trying to make amends, typically by bringing him his favorite items to win his favor.

But now, she had withstood five days of silence, ignoring him completely.

"About your date tonight..." Tracy attempted to broach the subject once more. "You're still recovering. It's not wise for you to be out and about. Take a few more days to rest. Forget the rest.” Brian unexpectedly dismissed her suggestion again.

Tracy's face darkened with disbelief.

She had not anticipated her attempts to be met with failure.

After rescuing Brian, she had hoped he would be exceedingly attentive, perhaps even overprotective, always at her side, caring for her day and night. Yet, he had returned to Rachel that very evening.

Despite her efforts, she couldn't keep him.

He then left on a business trip.

He had just arrived back this morning.

Tracy's bitterness intensified. She had seen this as a perfect chance to undermine Rachel, yet it had backfired. What a disappointment.

"Do you need anything else?" Brian inquired.

"No, nothing at all!" "You may go then." Ronald headed over to Brian's place.

Standing at the door, he tried calling Rachel, but she didn't respond.

In the end, he entered using the passcode.

He had intended to locate the suit on his own.

However, despite his best efforts, he couldn't find it anywhere.

With no other options, he was forced to go back and inform Brian of the situation honestly.

Upon hearing the news, Brian's saying you expression turned stormy. "Clarify this forYou're couldn't find it? Where is Rachel? Why didn't you have her sort it out?" Ronald struggled to explain. "She didn't pick up my calls." "Then keep calling her. Don't stop until she answers." Ronald responded, "I've called her eight times already. Plus... it appears she might have moved out." "Moved out?" Brian demanded, barely containing his anger.

"It looks like she has packed her bags and left. Your clothes are the only ones left in the closet; her's are missing, along with her personal belongings." Brian was momentarily speechless.

Regaining his composure, his gaze becsharp and his tone chilling. "Say that again. Where did she go?"