Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 339:

The chamber resonated with music, creating an atmosphere of joy and excitement. Everyone was savoring their drinks, engaging in cheerful conversations, and enjoying the moment.

Bryson realized, with a twinge of surprise, that he had never been so close to Norah before. Under the warm glow of the lights, she was stunning. Yet, despite her beauty, he felt a pang of sorrow. Norah was already Sean’s girlfriend.

Although Bryson had known Norah before both Kason and Sean, he had always been relegated to the friend zone. He gulped down another glass of wine, drowning in a sea of loneliness and self-pity.

“Don’t drink too much. You can’t take me home if you’re drunk,” Joanna said, attempting to stop Bryson from overindulging.

A bitter smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as Bryson shook his head, replying, “It’s alright. Let’s just have fun!”

In the midst of the lively crowd, Norah remained a silent focal point, her undeniable beauty drawing the attention of everyone around her. One side of her face was partially hidden in shadow, while the soft light highlighted the other side, illuminating her captivating eyes. A glass of wine rested delicately in her slender fingers as she took occasional sips, her elegance palpable.

She was such a beauty.

Spencer sighed, recognizing that his sister was completely outshone by Norah. It was a fact he couldn’t deny.

this unique aura, like a blooming rose, oblivious to its surroundings, yet commanding

opens doors to

hoped his sister would stop crying over Sean’s relationship with Norah. He had heard her tearful sobs

he couldn’t help but feel pity for Kason, who seemed to miss

simply delighted to be out of the hospital, even if temporarily. She was enjoying the lively conversation with Alice

open again, breathing fresh air instead of the harsh smell of disinfectants,” Joanna muttered,

frustrated by the language barrier, had decided to study Cesland’s language. It often took her a while to respond to conversations, leaving her with a sense of exclusion that

dizzy. The phone in her bag vibrated twice, pulling her attention

read, “It’s getting late.

“I’m

ago. Norah had been so engrossed in drinking that she hadn’t

a chamber. It’s on the third floor,”

slowly. Everyone appeared flushed, except for Joanna, who was taking gentle sips from her glass. It seemed that

me up. Since Bryson is drunk, I’ll take you back to

at Norah’s words and retorted sharply, “Who said I was drunk? No, I’m not drunk! I can

same as Joanna’s when she