Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 27:

Reflecting on the recent silence, Norah pulled out her phone and sent Derek a message: “Mr. Carter, are you available tomorrow? When can we finalize the paperwork?”

It had been almost a week since the racing competition. While Derek savored his moments with Madeline, did he ever think about the rumors that Madeline was a homewrecker? It seemed like such a lack of responsibility on his part.

After waiting ten minutes without a reply, Norah felt compelled to send more texts, nudging him for a response.

“Mr. Carter, have you considered the gossip about Madeline being a homewrecker? We should settle the formalities soon. It’s beneficial for everyone. What’s the delay? You were the one keen on divorcing. Now, why the silence? Time is valuable for both of us. I can’t afford to wait endlessly. When will we proceed?”

“Is it possible to get a clear response from you? Mr. Carter, the world won’t stop if you take an hour off. Can’t you make time for this?”

With no reply to her messages, Norah sat on the sofa, pondering whether she should head to the Carter Group and confront him face-to-face. Since the race, Derek hadn’t reached out about finalizing the divorce, which irked her.

After a while, her phone finally signaled the arrival of replies.

Derek replied, “Okay.”

ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇꜱ ɪɴ ɢᴀʟɴᴏᴠᴇʟꜱ.ᴄᴏᴍ

Norah arched an eyebrow as she typed her response: “Meet me tomorrow at 2 p.m. in the court. Please, don’t be late.” At least he had agreed to meet.

Closing Derek’s phone, Madeline’s face still held traces of bitterness. When she heard noises from the bathroom, she quickly tucked Derek’s phone out of sight.

Derek emerged from the bathroom, draped in a towel, and asked, “Madeline, have you seen my phone? I left it on the table before my shower, but now it’s missing.” His tone was marked by impatience, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

Feigning nonchalance, Madeline offered, “Maybe you forgot where you put it? Check again. Let me check the bedroom for you.”

Derek agreed, seemingly convinced by Madeline’s suggestion that he might have misplaced it. He left the room.

With her heart pounding, Madeline watched Derek leave. She quickly retrieved Derek’s phone, erasing the recent exchange with Norah while preserving only those from days ago.

Norah Wilson’s contact name. “Just a bitch who knows a few tricks. Trying

hers and hers alone. She couldn’t tolerate Norah’s

to 2:30 in the afternoon, yet Derek hadn’t shown up yet. Glancing impatiently at the entrance, Derek was

couldn’t breathe. After a moment

have dialed is currently

he

Derek

playing games now, are you? You promised you’d be here, didn’t

could you possibly

to show up at all? Will

these messages, Norah didn’t receive any response. Her patience was wearing thin, and she couldn’t fathom how the situation had deteriorated to this point. Derek

hands, Norah decided to pursue the legal route if he continued to stall. She wondered if Derek had underestimated

her phone away, she made her

out, it started pouring. The timing

She figured the

she would end up waiting in vain, caught in the

but decided against it. She remembered that Joanna had an important tutorial and didn’t want to

rain cascaded down in gleaming strands, the droplets merging with the urban clamor into a

solace in the rain, but Derek’s evasion had sparked

stepped into the rain, allowing it to drench her, finding an unexpected

made her

it looks like that’s Miss Wilson,” Phillip said at a red light, spotting a familiar figure sitting on the roadside, soaked to the

aside the documents he was reviewing to glance

figure of a woman dressed in black stood out even in her disarray. Her attire clung to her form, revealing her silhouette in the downpour. Water dripped from her chestnut-colored hair, obscuring her face

reason, Sean felt a hint

Dreamview Villas on her phone,

from both