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Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 514
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Chapter 514: "Sure," Brian answered without hesitation.

His natural agility, honed from years of fitness training, allowed him to master the moves within minutes after watching Carol do them twice. His form was almost perfect.

Rachel, however, struggled with certain postures, her physical condition limiting her fluidity.

Her movements were slower, more careful—and Brian noticed it immediately.

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Sweat soon dotted her forehead, her breath coming in quick, labored gasps.

Noticing her struggle, the housekeeper hurried over, offering a towel and a glass of water.

"Here, Mrs. White, have swater and rest for a bit. No need to push yourself." Rachel froze, her hand clutching the glass mid-air.

"Mrs. White?" she echoed, her eyes widening in disbelief. The title was now inappropriate, wasn't it? But Carol, utterly pleased, nodded approvingly.

"Yes. That's exactly how she should be addressed from now on." Turning to the housekeeper, she added with finality, "Let everyone know—address her as Mrs. White from today onwards." Rachel's face flushed with embarrassment.

She knew better than anyone that she and Brian were no longer together.

"No-no need to rush. Brian and I are not married yet," she stammered, trying to downplay the awkwardness.

Carol chuckled, her gaze filled with warmth.

"Oh, look at that-she's getting all shy." galnov.kon -☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐ ☐☐ Her teasing only made Rachel squirm more.

"No need to be embarrassed, dear. It's only a matter of tanyway. Might as well get used to it early." "But..." Rachel fumbled for words, utterly flustered.

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Her eyes darted to Brian, silently pleading for his intervention.

The housekeeper smiled mischievously, her tone playful. "Don't look to him for help. Honestly, he's more eager to marry you than you realize. You should've seen how panicked he was this morning when you weren't in bed. It was as if he thought you'd run off."

Carol heard every word, though she said nothing. The slight curve of ther smile spoke volumes, a quiet satisfaction in her expression. But Brian remained silent, offering no reaction whatsoever. He merely watched, his face unreadable.

Rachel's awkwardness deepened, and she took small, hesitant sips of water, trying to compose herself. Once she felt a bit more rested, she returned to the exercises, though her movements were stiff and imprecise. Frustration soon crept in. Just as she was about to give up, a deep, familiar voice sounded from behind her. “Letteach you."

Before she could respond, Brian's arm slipped around her, his presence steady and strong against her back. The warmth of his touch sent a jolt through her, and her pulse quickened. "I-I don't..." Rachel instinctively tried to refuse, but with Carol watching, she quickly changed her tone. "I don't really know how." "Then follow my lead," Brian murmured, his voice low and patient as he gently guided her hands into position.