Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 442:

A bitter taste rose in her throat, and Rachel took a small sip of wine.

The liquid burned as it slid down, a sharp, fiery sting.

That burning sensation spread, a wild flame consuming her stomach.

But the real pain, the unbearable ache, remained locked in her heart.

As she continued to wipe Natalia’s tears, she spoke, her voice soothing. “Natalia, you know now, so don’t let it destroy you. You’re wonderful, and you have everything going for you. One day, you’ll find the one who will love and cherish you.”

Natalia, her face flushed and her eyes glazed with drunkenness, looked at Rachel, a flicker of hope in her dazed expression. “Really?”

“Of course.”

“But…” Natalia’s lips formed a pout, her voice thick with grievance.

Before she could finish her thought, fresh tears welled up, and she began to sob again. She collapsed against Rachel’s shoulder, her sobs uncontrollable, a messy mix of tears and snot.

“I’ll drive you ladies to your hotel,” Andres offered, stepping forward.

Rachel’s eyes filled with gratitude. “Thank you!”

In the car, Natalia drifted in and out of consciousness, her drunken ramblings filling the silence. She only quieted as they approached their destination.noveldrama

But the moment they arrived at the hotel, Natalia retched. Her sudden sickness resulted in some of the vomit landing on Rachel.

Rachel remained calm, her composure unwavering.

Only after Natalia had finished did Rachel guide her to the bathroom. She cleaned Natalia as best she could, then helped her into bed before taking a shower herself.

Once she had settled everything, she reached for her phone, intending to thank Andres properly.

𝓐𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓴 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝓽 𝗀ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗲𝗅𝗌﹒𝗰𝗼𝗺

As soon as she unlocked the screen, Andres’s message popped up.

“How’s Natalia? Need my help?” The message had just been sent.

He hadn’t left.

Rachel opened the door, and there he was, waiting.

He leaned casually against the wall, his tall figure a striking presence in the dimly lit hallway.

The moment he heard the door open, he stepped forward.

“Mr. Garrett, I thought you’d gone back,” Rachel said, her voice genuinely surprised.

He quickly extinguished the cigarette in his hand, hiding it behind his back. His demeanor instantly became polite. “Natalia drank too much. I was worried you might have trouble handling her alone.”

“She’s asleep now. She should sleep soundly.”

“It’s been a long day. You must be exhausted. You should rest.”

“Alright. You should go back too.”

With that, Rachel turned to go back inside.

“Rachel.” Andres called out, stopping her.

She turned back, a question in her eyes. Andres offered, “If you’re not too tired, would you like to take a walk? I remember this hotel has a beautiful garden.”

Glancing down at her casual loungewear, she hesitated, then nodded.

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