Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 37 Chapter 37: To Rachel's surprise, Brian didn't distance himself this time.

"Hello?" His voice was still rough with traces of earlier emotion, making it sound especially husky.

"Brian, I didn't see you all day. Were you out on a business trip?" Tracy asked.

"Rachel wasn't feeling well, so I stayed at the hospital with her," Brian replied honestly, making no effort to hide the truth.

"Oh? Is she alright now?" "She's doing better now. Her condition has stabilized." Tracy exhaled in relief. "That's good to hear. If you were worried, I'd end up worrying too. Do you have tlater? The concert tickets expire today, and we'll miss it if we don't go." Brian's brows knitted together slightly.

He shifted his gaze toward Rachel, who remained silent, resting on the hospital bed.

After a moment, he said, "I'll have Ronald go with you instead." Tracy chuckled softly, her tone considerate. "If you're worried about Rachel, then never mind. But Ronald? That would be awkward. He doesn't even appreciate music. It's fine-I'll just go alone. No need to force anything." Without waiting for a response, she ended the call without hesitation.

Yet, a subtle feeling of guilt crept into Brian's chest. After hanging up, he glanced at the bed.

Rachel was lying on her side, facing the window, silently staring outside.

She didn't react, not even when he set his phone down.

It wasn't until evening that Ronald arrived with dinner. When Rachel saw the food, she was truly surprised. gvlnovesis your update hub "Thai food?" she murmured in disbelief.

Brian really got it for her? Her fever had only just gone down, and her appetite wasn't back to normal yet. Earlier, when Brian asked her what she wanted for dinner, she had casually mentioned Thai food.

It had been an offhand comment-she never thought he'd actually make it happen.

"Ms. Marsh, you should thank Mr. White for this. He made all the arrangements." "Though, he did remindto tell you not to eat stoo spicy," Ronald said.

Still, Rachel felt completely content.

She glanced at Brian and sincerely said, "Thank you." "As long as you're happy with it. Sit down and eat." "Alright." As she settled into her seat, she was caught off guard when Brian sat down across from her.

Rachel's eyes widened in shock. "You're eating with me?" She hadn't caught much of his conversation with Tracy, but she could easily piece together what it was about. Tracy must have been asking him for something.

She had been certain he would leave, assuming he'd have dinner with Tracy like always.

But to her surprise, he stayed and shared a meal with her instead.

In the stillness of the hospital room, Rachel and Brian sat across from each other and ate their food in complete silence.

Rachel, however, put all her meat on the grill, completely ignoring the vegetables.

"Would you like to try my food?" Brian asked.

Rachel paused before speaking in a quiet voice. "I recall you don't like to share your food." That memory was still fresh in her mind.

When they were still together, they frequently had meals in the school cafeteria. The second floor of the cafeteria was a well-known spot for couples, every table occupied by a pair in love.

Back then, young love burned brightly, filled with passion and affection.

It was common to see couples sharing food.

Rachel had wished for that as well. It looked so romantic.

One day, while they were eating, she casually mentioned, "Brian, I want a milkshake too." "What flavor?" "Just the classic one." Brian didn't hesitate and went with her to buy one.

"How many cups?" the cafeteria worker asked with a friendly smile.

Rachel had been ready to say one, but Brian beat her to it, replying coolly, "Two." She instinctively tugged at his sleeve. "Brian, we don't need two. One is enough for us to share." "It's more hygienic to have separate cups," he stated, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Tand tagain, Rachel had tried to share food with him, but Brian's unwavering obsession with cleanliness always won.

Eventually, she got used to it and stopped trying to change his mind.

Brian scanned the spread of food before them and asked in his low voice, "What do you want to eat?" Rachel absentmindedly rubbed her hands together, hesitating before she murmured, "Anything?" "Sure." He gave a slight nod, his voice effortlessly captivating.

The rising steam blurred his face slightly, softening his sharp features. It made him look even more flawless-like a carefully crafted sculpture, distant and unreachable.

"Well, I want to try your soup," she finally said, testing the waters.

The moment the words left her lips, the room fell into an eerie silence.

Ronald instinctively turned toward the window, quietly concerned for Rachel. He knew this wasn't going to end well. The idea of Brian eating the sbowl of soup with someone else was impossible.

The atmosphere grew heavy. Rachel knew better than to expect anything. She hadn't expecte anything in the O first place, so there was no point in disappointment when the answer was inevitable. "It's okay. You don't have to force yourself. I get it.” She had only brought up soup because she knew it would never happen.

"Who said I'm forcing myself? It's just hesitated a bowl of soup," Brian replied evenly. hesitation, he fetched a Then, without new spoon and placed his soup before her. Rachel and Ronald both froze.

It took Rachel a second to process what she had just witnessed. She blinked at Brian in disbelief. "You're seriously okay with this?" Saying nothing, Brian simply nodded.

Rachel could hardly believe it.

Had she not seen it herself, she would have thought it was impossible.

As she ate, Rachel stole a glance at Brian.

He sat there, his long fingers holding his food, eating with composed ease-like nothing unusual had happened.

Had he really changed? Rachel wasn't convinced. Testing the waters, she asked tentatively, "Do you still want to eat it?" Brian lifted his gaze, his expression unreadable.

A tense silence stretched between them. Then, after ten long seconds, his expression finally hardened.

"Don't push your luck. If you want to eat in peace, stay quiet," he said firmly.