Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 871:

Every day, she carefully arranged flowers in vases, making the room feel warm and inviting.

Though the faint scent of medicine was still there, the fragrance of the flowers filled the air, creating a soothing and comforting atmosphere.noveldrama

Even with a full team of professionals tending to Allan, Rachel insisted on doing many things herself.

Every morning, she wiped his face with a warm towel, her movements as tender as if she were handling the most delicate glass.

She made sure to wheel him out onto the balcony, letting him soak in the morning sun while she read to him.

His movements had become painfully slow, each action requiring great effort, but his hearing remained sharp.

Rachel never expected a response from him. As long as he could hear her, as long as he could feel her presence, that was enough.

But no matter how much care she poured into each day, the disease continued to take its toll. When muscle atrophy set in, it was as if time had sped up, hastening his decline.

Every day brought new symptoms, each one worse than the last.

Rachel sometimes cried when she was alone, but she never let herself stay sad for too long. She was afraid that if she did, Allan would see the redness in her eyes.

So, after giving herself a short moment to grieve, she would wash her face and pull herself together.

Every time she saw him, she made sure to smile warmly, as if everything was okay.

Time moved quietly, and before she knew it, a month had passed.

Allan could no longer move his body at all. Only his eyes could still shift slightly, and sometimes, he managed to say a few words.

But speaking took a lot of effort.

That morning, as Rachel finished cleaning his face, she noticed the rough stubble on his chin.

“Allan, let me shave for you,” she offered.

𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒕 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒕 ⲅ𝗮𝖑𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒ⅽ𝗼𝗺

She practiced using a razor a few times to make sure she did it right. Even though her hands were a little shaky, she managed to shave him neatly. His face looked just as handsome as when they first met, a memory she would never forget.

“Allan, let me read the newspaper for you,” she said.

She picked up the financial section and started reading, her voice a little unsteady.

Allan’s eyesight was getting worse, but he still tried to keep his gaze on her. Sunlight peeked through the curtains, giving her a soft, golden glow as she read aloud, “Lizzie Vance, the rising star in the city’s business world…” The rest of the article was all about Lizzie.

Hearing Lizzie’s name, Allan’s eyes moved quickly, as if he wanted to be sure he heard it right.

Rachel held his hand firmly and reassured him, “Yes, Allan, it’s Lizzie. She’s doing really well. You don’t have to worry.”

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