Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 31 Chapter 31: Was Brian implying that he would do anything to make Tracy happy? Rachel's heart sank. His affection had never been aimed at her.

Silence enveloped the private room as a gentle, soothing melody filled the air.

Tracy had chosen a love song that held significant meaning for Rachel. She had once begged Brian to sing this song with her, but each request had been denied. Yet, this time, at Tracy's request, he agreed without hesitation.

Everyone seemed captivated by their flawless delivery of the song.

However, Rachel's thoughts were elsewhere-she needed a drink. She was already on her third beer from the table.

Just then, her hand was gently restrained.

Looking concerned, Trey said, "Samira askedto keep an eye on your drinking." "I just need something to soothe my nerves,” Rachel protested, quickly downing two more beers.

Unable to dissuade her, Trey ended up joining her, and they polished off a few more bottles.

As the music faded, Brian's intense stare landed on them, his fists clenched tightly.

Rachel had certainly made an impression.

Brian fumed inwardly at the sight of her drinking with another man. He believed he had been too lenient with her. Tonight, he was determined to set things straight and show her the importance of proper conduct.

The applause and compliments from the audience filled the room.

"Such talent! Mr. White not only excels in business, but also captures hearts with his singing." Find the latest updates g☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐ "Tracy's performance was equally mesmerizing, with a voice so sweet it could make anyone fall in love." Rachel suddenly got up, swaying slightly as she moved toward the stage. "Would you mind playing 'All of Me'?" A lump formed in Brian's throat at the request. His face tightened, a clear sign of his displeasure.

On stage, Rachel had already drawn Trey close to her.

"Are you familiar with this song?" "I know it, but..." A smile crossed Rachel's face. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of intoxication and innocence, enchanting yet pure, making her nearly irresistible.

Trey found himself speechless.

Rachel leaned in, her voice a gentle caress. "You mustn't say no. Remember, you agreed to follow my directions when you joined." "Alright." Although the melody was joyful, Rachel infused each lyric with melancholy. As she continued, tears began to cascade down her cheeks. By the song's end, her face was wet with tears.

Trey stood tall beside her, and as the music stopped, he protectively drew her close.

He whispered reassuringly in her ear, "You've had too much to drink. I'll take you home." Rachel glanced upward, beaming at him. "Fantastic! Thanks so much." It was clear she was drunk; she looked a bit dazed but still charming.

Her smile shone brilliantly, capturing the hearts of all around her. In the light of the night, her eyes sparkled with even more magnetic allure.

Agitated, Brian swirled his glass too hard, causing the liquor to spill over the edge.

His piercing eyes locked onto the pair before him, his stare burning into Rachel with fiery intensity, as though he wished to scorch her very soul.

Despite his look, Rachel offered him a smile but remained silent. She then turned to Trey, urgently whispering, "Let's get out of here!" The moment they exited, her phone buzzed.

When she picked up, Brian's voice, thick with irritation, said, "Stay there. We're going htogether." With a tipsy giggle, Rachel responded, "Doing this right here, where everyone from work can see-don't you worry about getting caught? Plus, Tracy's not exactly sober herself. Are you going to leave her like that?" A tight frown formed on Brian's face. He paused before answering, "Ronald will drive her home. It's not my concern anymore." Rachel ended the call abruptly.

As Trey fetched swater, he noticed Rachel swaying slightly by the roadside and hurried to her side. "Letdrive you home." "There's no need. You've already seen enough of my embarrassing moments. I'll get myself home." But Trey insisted, concerned, "You've had too much to drink." Rachel thought being drunk wasn't so bad after all. It would allow her to momentarily forget her troubles and avoid the pain in front of her. She wandered aimlessly until a park bench beckoned her to sit.

All the while, Trey kept a watchful eye on her, ensuring her safety.

Feeling the effects of the alcohol, Rachel clutched at Trey's shirt and asked, "Men are so unpredictable, aren't they? But then, how can sremain so devoted to their first love? Oh, I forgot you're a man too. Sorry, that was unfair of me. May I ask you something?" Trey gave a nod.

With a tipsy grin, Rachel swept her hair aside. "How would you react if a woman you weren't interested in pursued you?" "Do you want an honest answer?" "Just the truth, please." "I'd be irritated, honestly. I'd wish she would just vanish and leavealone."

Rachel's response was a smile. Her smile radiated brightness yet carried sadness that could pierce the a deep that heart. It seemed Brian likely felt the sway about her. To him, an unwelcpresence was nothing but a bother. Even a mere coincidence of paths could appear to him as if she were imposing herself.

"Thanks, I get it now. My place is just up ahead; you don't need to cfurther." With With that, Rachel continued on her own, her tears flowing freely as she walked. She was ready to let go of Brian.

Yet, the thought of severing all ties with him sliced through her heart like a sharp knife. It felt as though a part of her was being torn away.

"Rachel, stop crying. You need to be stronger than this. The world is full of men, notujust Brian White: It's tto Wheworld Wake up, gather your strength, and move on," she said to herself. Abruptly, a vehicle pulled up next to her. The license plate was unfamiliar.

Ronald stepped out, regarding her with respect. “Ms. Marsh, Mr. White is waiting inside the car.” "I don't want to..." Rachel began, but her protest was interrupted as Brian lowered the car window, his striking features coming into view.

His stare was intense. "Should I cout and get you myself?" His tone carried a clear hint of pressure.

With reluctance, Rachel climbed into the car.

As soon as she was inside, her wrist was seized, and she was pulled into a scorching embrace.

The smell of alcohol lingered on Brian, betraying how drunk he was. "Let go!" "Stay still..." Rachel's objection was cut short as he tightened his hold on her. His grip was suffocating, as if he intended to crush her.

"Just be quiet and lethold you for a bit." "This is uncomfortable," Rachel protested more assertively than usual. The atmosphere inside the car turned cold; his eyes sliced through the darkness.

His voice was chilling, devoid of any warmth, as he said, "My embrace makes you uncomfortable? Then tell me, whose embrace do you find comforting? That intern's?"