Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 70:

Sean spoke without a hint of emotion, making it hard to gauge his feelings. Norah found it difficult to read him.

She was certain that once he had decided on something, he would stand his ground. So, she agreed, “Alright. I'll

listen to you, Mr. Scott.”

After giving her consent, Norah cup with another question. “Mr. Scott, do you have that thing at your

house?” She had sanitary napkins at her place, but she couldn't get in at the moment.

Norah's expression turned into a frown. The situation was more uncomfortable than she had anticipated.

“Give Phillip a call. He'll see to it that someone gets it ready for you,” Sean said, handing her his phone. “Call

him now so it’s ready by the twe get back.”

Norah put the TV on hold and reached for his phone. Sean’s phone was the latest model from an

international brand. Its silver-gray color tone was very fitting for his cold personality. The screen showed the

route back to Dreamview Villas.

As Norah was about to call Phillip, a new message flashed on the screen. “Sean, I'm coming back from abroad.

Let’s catch up when you're free.” The nattached to the message was Bel.

Norah chose to ignore it and proceeded to inform Phillip of her request. Upon handing back Sean’s phone, Norah

casually mentioned, “You've received a message.”

“Alright.” Sean accepted his phone without a glance, swiped back to the map, and placed the phone down.

“Um, aren't you curious about the message? | couldn’t help but notice it just now. Someone's invited you out to

dinner.”

“Oh, it’s probably just someone unimportant.” Leaning back, his fingers casually resting on the steering wheel,

Sean responded, “I'll check it after we reach the destination.”

The sleek black car entered the luxurious villa complex, coming to a stop in the underground parking. A casual

glance from Norah revealed a collection of more than twenty high-end vehicles in the garage. It dawned on her

just how wealthy Sean truly was.

In addition to regular cars, there were also specially modified racing cars. Among them was the sleek black

racing car Sean drove in Krusa Mountain, which had a particularly striking appearance.

Sean turned off the car engine and swung the back door open, asking, “Do you need a hand?”

Norah's face turned pale as she clasped her hands over her stomach, shaking her head as she insisted, “No, I'm

good.” Stepping toward the car door, she turned around, only to spot bloodstains on the seat. Instantly,

embarrassment flooded over her as she realized her skirt was also stained with blood.

At the door, Sean caught sight of the stain and reassured her gently, “Don’t worry about it.”

As Norah was about to step out, Sean unexpectedly scooped her up in his arms. Norah reached out swiftly and

clasped Sean’s neck instinctively, her expression laced with a hint of panic.

Norah couldn't grasp why Sean embraced her so suddenly. She considered herself wise enough to resist the urge

to strike him. If she had struck him, Sean might have been lying on the floor by now.

Sean sensed the woman in his arms was quite fragile, prompting him to ease his grip and say, “There's no need

to act tough.”

Noticing her pale face, Sean puzzled over why Norah chose to wear such high heels despite clearly suffering. He

was aware of Norah's expertise in medicine, her passion for racing, and how she continued to live in Dreamview

Villas even after being ousted by Derek.

His suspicions about her had lingered, yet witnessing her vulnerable side made him lower his guard. Now, Sean

only felt that since Norah needed someone to care for her, he could be that person.

Norah opened her mouth to speak but, in the end, remained silent, simply allowing Sean to hold her. “I've

instructed the maid to arrange snew slippers just for you.”

With gentle care, Sean set Norah on her feet, took out a pair of pink bunny slippers from the cabinet, and placed

them near her.

Suddenly, Norah grasped his wrist. He raised his eyes to hers, filled with curiosity.

Norah's delicate fingers traced his arm. Earlier, while Sean was cradling her, his arm had accidentally brushed

against her skirt, smearing it with blood.

“Clean it off,” she whispered, her head down.

Sean couldn't help but find the situation a bit amusing. He saw her as a little girl who felt she had made a

mistake, looking down, worried about being scolded. He had already noticed the stains on his arm, but he didn’t

care.

“Letshow you to your room.”

“The bathroom is stocked with everything you might need,” Sean proposed.

As they reached the bedroom upstairs, Sean added, “I'll be right outside. Just call if you need me.” Norah replied,

“Alright.”

After shutting the door behind her, Norah made her way to the bathroom for a shower. It was only after she had

finished that she discovered the only clothing option was a revealing dress, accompanied by a pocket of sanitary

pads.

Left with no alternatives, Norah begrudgingly slipped into the black lace dress before stepping out of the

bathroom.

She decided she needed to have a serious talk with Phillip next time. She had only asked for sanitary pads and

pajamas, which hardly needed the inclusion of the sexy dress.

Norah noticed that Sean's villa had minimal staff, with Sean taking care of most chores. He occasionally brought

in housekeeping or additional help, and Phillip, serving as Sean's personal assistant, was also there to lend a

hand.

Feeling a bit thirsty, Norah thought about getting swater. Considering Sean would probably want to shower

upon his return and with no one else around, she decided to head downstairs for a drink.

The dress she wore was a black lace piece with thin straps, barely reaching her thighs, and featuring cut-out

details at the waist that exposed her skin. As she made her way down from the second floor, she encountered

Sean lounging on the sofa.

Wearing casual gray loungewear, Sean was busy on his laptop. The sound of her approach made him look up.

Catching sight of Norah descending the stairs, he was visibly taken aback, his eyes briefly flashing with

admiration.

Norah stopped in her tracks upon seeing Sean. She hadn't expected to find him sitting in the living room.

Norah hesitated. She found herself halfway through the living room, unsure whether she should continue moving

forward. Then, she lifted her hand in a relaxed gesture and said, “Scott.”

Following that, she made her way to the kitchen.

Sean raised an eyebrow, his gaze drawn to her every movement. She managed to stir a reaction from him with

each step she took. Her chestnut hair, slightly damp from steam, fell in strands down her back.

Norah moved quickly, her chest bouncing with each step. Sean watched closely, his eyes briefly catching a

glimpse of her nipple pressing against the delicate black lace. With a hard swallow, he quickly looked away.

The sight of Norah's full figure made it impossible for him to focus on the stock market analysis on his computer

screen.

Norah took a few sips from her glass, her hands gripping it tightly as her heartbeat quickened. She was caught

off guard to see Sean already settled on the couch, deeply focused on his lap despite her quick shower.

Even though Norah often wore daring outfits at the Glamour Club, wearing this sexy dress felt different.

She took two large sips of water, trying to soothe her nerves. She convinced herself that it was fine for him to

see her in this dress, considering the day’s earlier embarrassments. She hoped that after a restful night, things

would seem brighter in the morning.