Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 223:

Norah’s laughter echoed by the bedside. Despite their closeness in the past, she hesitated to share a bed with anyone until she felt truly ready, even if he was her boyfriend.

The thought of Sean’s forlorn look of disappointment brought a smile to her face. At times, she found Sean endearingly adorable.

After freshening up and getting dressed, Norah heard a knock at the door. She opened it to see Sean, looking dapper and well-put-together.

Sean had made an effort with his appearance. His hair was impeccably styled. He wore a dark grey suit paired with a black tie, his wrists adorned with silver diamond cufflinks, radiating sophistication.

“Honey, are you all set?”

Norah stood there in a champagne silk nightgown that draped down to her calves, hugging her figure perfectly. Aware of the impression she made, Norah turned slightly as she greeted him, granting Sean a stunning view of her silhouette.

moment to slip

thanks to Sean filling her closet with

and took a seat in the living room, a hint of resignation in his

her thirties

I’m confident she’ll take excellent care of Miss Wilson’s friend.” The woman, exuding a sense of

have you checked in with the two members of the Sacredice who were with Norah yesterday? What’s their take?” Sean

Miss Wilson and her friend. But Miss Wilson managed to draw them into an abandoned building and dealt with them on the

this revelation when they heard it the previous night. The thought

absolutely necessary.” He was ready to support Norah’s hands-on approach, prepared to help with the aftermath and be the support she needed. His initial concern was that Norah might be shaken by the violence, but

today?” Norah

I mentioned before,” she replied. Her agenda was packed. She needed to get a caregiver for Alice, then visit Alice before taking a trip to the East Zone to settle some scores. A determined glint appeared in Norah’s eyes. She had intended to head to the East Zone the previous night but had

argued that her target wouldn’t get far, suggesting a day’s

hair was bunched up under the garment,