Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 639:

Ronald hesitated for a moment.

Brian’s voice hardened. “Do I need to say it again?”

“I’ll get it right away.”

His forehead had been bleeding during the crash. If the wound could be hidden under his hair, that wouldn’t be an issue, but with a visible cut, it would be hard to conceal. If his family noticed, there would be endless questions.noveldrama

As expected, there was a noticeable wound right on his forehead. Brian frowned and ordered, “Call a makeup artist. Have them bring their kit and meet us in the car. Also, get the car ready.”

As soon as he finished giving instructions, his phone powered back on, now charged, and Yvonne’s call came through.

Sitting in the car, Brian turned to the makeup artist with a sharp gaze. “I need makeup for my wedding today. This wound on my forehead has to be completely covered. Can you do it in eight minutes?”

“You can count on me,” the makeup artist replied confidently. It wasn’t just his skill, but also that Brian had striking, well-defined features—almost impossibly perfect. With a face like that, makeup was a quick job. The only real challenge was covering the wound on his forehead, which required extra care.

Up front, Ronald was practically burning rubber, gripping the wheel tightly as anxiety gnawed at him. He didn’t fully understand why Brian was pushing himself so hard, but Brian knew—this wedding meant everything.

Brian alone understood that if he lost this moment, he might never get another chance. So, no matter how battered he was, he was going to make it to that wedding—even if he had to crawl.

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If not for Carol’s influence, Rachel wouldn’t have forgiven him, much less agreed to the wedding. He wasn’t proud of the underhanded way he had won her back, but fear had driven him—the fear that if he hesitated even a moment, someone else would take Rachel away from him forever.

Meanwhile, Rachel sat in her room, staring at the clock on the wall. It was an elegant clock, its hands moving so smoothly and quietly that she had to concentrate just to notice them ticking.

But no matter how silent the room, time continued to slip by.

As the final minute approached, Yvonne grew impatient and reached for her phone. Outwardly, she always seemed tough, but deep down, she was far more gentle than she let on. The harsh things she’d said earlier were only meant to provoke a reaction from Brian.

“Yvonne, don’t call him,” Rachel said, her voice calm but resolute.

Yvonne frowned. “He promised. He’ll come. Maybe he’s stuck in traffic—”

“If he was worried about traffic, he should’ve left earlier,” Rachel cut in, her tone unwavering. “Ten minutes means ten minutes. That was our agreement. If he doesn’t show up, I’m leaving.” Once Rachel made up her mind, nothing could change it. In that moment, she was unyielding.

The last ten seconds passed in absolute silence.

Still, nothing. No footsteps. No hurried movements in the hall. Just emptiness.

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