Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 35 Chapter 35: Rachel had chosen a knee-length lace dress for the day, its delicate fabric enhancing the natural glow of her skin.

As Trey lifted her, the hem of her dress slid up slightly, revealing more of her legs.

The way Brian stared at Trey could have burned through steel.

"Does no one work anymore?" he snapped, his voice sharp enough to send a chill down the spine. Trey, however, paid him no mind.

His only concern was Rachel as he carried her and flagged down a cab to rush her to the hospital. Brian's fists tightened as he shot a cold glance at Ronald. "Bring the car around. Follow them!" "Understood." Ronald sprang into action without delay.

About an hour later, Rachel was placed in a hospital bed, her body still weak from exhaustion.

The moment she stirred awake, the first thing she saw was the harsh white glow of the hospital ceiling, making her squint.

"Where am I?" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, as she lifted a shaky hand to her forehead.

Trey's face lit up when he saw her stir. "You're awake! You hadworried." "Trey? Did you bringhere?" "Yes. Just focus on resting. Are you hungry? I can get you something to eat.” Find new stories on gVl"That would be great. Thanks, Trey." "Don't mention it. Looking after you is the least I can do." The moment he stepped out, Brian walked in.

Rachel blinked in surprise. She hadn't expected him to be here.

Without saying a word, he dragged a chair closer and took a seat beside her bed.

Neither of them said a word, and the silence felt unusually heavy.

It wasn't until a nurse walked in and called out, "Rachel Marsh, tto check your temperature," that the stillness was broken.

"Alright." Rachel extended her hand for the thermometer, but Brian got to it first. “I'll handle it.” She glanced at him, slightly taken aback.

His brows knitted together as he cleared his throat. "Move your clothing a bit.” "Why?" Rachel tensed, wrapping her arms around herself.

"It's for your temperature check." He reached out and carefully shifted her clothing.

Rachel recoiled instantly, shaking her head in protest.

"Whether you like it or not, this needs to be done. How else will they treat you?" Brian's expression remained unchanged.

"I never said I wouldn't do it. It's just really cold." She did so because it was cold? Brian's brows furrowed slightly.

Without a word, he picked up the thermometer and rubbed it between his hands, careful not to touch the metal tip.

Once it was warm enough, he gently placed it against her skin.

Rachel watched in shock, blinking rapidly, unsure if she was seeing things.

Did Brian just warm the thermometer for her? It was completely unexpected.

"What?" Brian asked, noticing her staring.

"Nothing!" She averted her gaze quickly.

When he checked, her temperature was alarmingly high.

No wonder she had passed out.

"Don't you think you're being a little reckless? You were burning up with a fever, and it never crossed your mind to call me?" he asked, unable to hide his frustration.

Rachel, already lightheaded from the fever, felt even worse at being scolded.

"I told you this morning, but you didn't taketo the hospital." "I told Ronald to take you, didn't I?" "But I didn't want him to take me," Rachel muttered. "I wanted you to take me." Seeing her flushed face, Brian sighed. There was no point in arguing with someone who was sick.

"You're being unreasonable," he murmured.

Maybe she was being a little unreasonable.

But just this once, she wanted to feel like she still mattered to him.

"Next time, don't try to handle it alone. Just call me," he said, unable to stay mad when she looked so weak.

Her flushed face and reddened nose made something in him soften, though he refused to acknowledge it.

But why did he even care? he wondered. It had to be just habit. She was, after all, about to be his wife.

And she had been with him for years, always unwavering.

Right then, Rachel's phone chimed, and she picked it up. Trey had sent her a series of food pictures, each dish looking better than the last.

"Pick whatever looks good to you," Trey texted.

Rachel scrolled through and selected a few options.

After replying, she glanced at Brian.

"Trey's coming back soon. Are you staying?" The mere mention of Trey's nput Brian in a sour mood.

"That intern?" he asked, his voice carrying an edge.

"Yes, that's him." "He seems pretty invested in you." "I'm his superior. It's nothing out of the ordinary." "Nothing out of the ordinary?" Brian highly doubted that.

To him, it was anything but normal.

He leaned in and slipped an arm around her waist. His voice turned cold. "You and I are together. Keep your distance from him." "It's just professional interaction, nothing more." He could walk around with Tracy all he wanted, yet she couldn't even have an intern near her? How was that fair? "So now I'm not even allowed to talk to other men because of you?" Brian's irritation deepened. Rachel had been defending that intern non-stop.

In the past, no matter what he did or who he was with, she never questioned him. She just thim. She just stayed by his side But now? She was actually arguing with him-over that intern.

That realization left a bitter taste in his mouth. “I don't like him. Tellwhat kind of intern you want, and I'll have Ronald replace him with someone else," Brian said, making the decision on the spot.

Rachel stared at him in disbelief. "So N now I don't even get to pick my own intern? Brian, I'm your girlfriend, not your puppet. If you want to replace Trey, fine-just make sure Tracy is gone first." Brian's eyes turned cold, his irritation becoming more obvious.

It was clear-whenever Tracy's ncup, he was never quite the same.

"If you're unwilling to do that, then neither am I. Trey is competent, and I'm keeping him. If you're so set on hiding our relationship, then just go," Rachel said coldly.

Brian shot her an icy stare, his lips pressing into a thin line.

But in the end, he said nothing and simply walked away.

Of course, he was too afraid to let anyone know about them. So, like always, he chose to walk away. Maybe she really had just been fooling herself all along.

He would never care.

How could it possibly be that he was feeling jealous? She knew he would never make their relationship known.

Eventually, it was just her trying to push the truth aside, refusing to accept what was right in front of her.

Maybe one day, when she finally got tired of all this, there wouldn't be anything left between them.

When Trey cback, he was carrying an armful of items.

She had only picked a few dishes, yet somehow, Trey had brought back almost everything from the cafeteria, filling the room with the aroma of fresh food. As she lay there getting her IV, he made sure she had warm water and even cracked a few jokes to lighten the mood. The once-quiet ward now felt lighthearted, filled with warmth and laughter. The sunlight streamed in, casting a glow on Trey's sharp features. Rachel found herself staring, lost in thought.

"You okay?" Trey's voice pulled her back to reality.