Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 253:

Any Longer

Sean grasped the handle of the food container, setting it down with a deliberate thud, then carefully lifted the lid.

Each layer unveiled a culinary masterpiece crafted by Norah herself. Twelve buns, pristine and neatly arranged, greeted him from the first tier.

The second layer oozed with clam chowder, saturating the container with its savory aroma.

The third layer revealed smoked salmon, sending Sean’s heart racing with anticipation.

Norah, having personally prepared these dishes, eagerly awaited Sean’s arrival at the hotel entrance. However, the dishes spilled, and she was swiftly kidnapped by the Breaker.

The tantalizing scent of the food teased Sean’s senses, but his mind was consumed by the image of Norah’s encounter with the Breaker.

Phillip’s voice broke through his reverie. “Mr. Scott, the car is ready. Let’s depart.”

Having experienced Norah’s culinary expertise firsthand, he immediately recognized that this was the dinner

second thought, unconcerned about any potential oil stains on the luxurious

for

him was that it held Norah’s expression of love, and he couldn’t bear

advantage of the moment, he posed the question once more. While Sean had been inspecting the

let’s go,” Sean replied, his

before voicing his concern, “Considering the number of people in Sacredice, won’t your identity as the leader be easily known

countless years, driven by his desire to remain hidden from the prying eyes of others. Even when he faced the four Deacons, he had taken the precaution of

gleamed with a chilling intensity, resonating with an ominous coldness. “I couldn’t care less about others’

a black robe from the car and advised, “Mr. Scott, it’s wise to conceal your identity. Your relationship with Miss Wilson is still in its infancy. If she discovers your true

a possible

Breaker in my capacity as the leader of Sacredice. Finding

“Yes, Mr. Scott.”

the abyss of unconsciousness, slowly peeling her heavy eyelids

incandescent light flooded the room, causing her

as she surveyed her surroundings. The room was a stark expanse of pure white, devoid of any furnishings. Before her stood a seamless wall of mirrors. In the desolate confines of the room, the only sound that echoed was the rhythmic pattern