Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 125:

Him Again

Norah recalled Sean once saying she was his first true love.

His words always had a way of captivating her. Each time, he managed to shake her heart, causing the defenses

she had carefully built to crumble.

Norah fidgeted with her fingers, looking down. “I won't stop caring for Kason. Sean, it’s better if you don’t spend

your ton me.”

“I decide how to use my time,” Sean’s response was icy, as if speaking from a frozen wasteland.

The black car cto a halt, and Norah noticed they had arrived at the gate of Sean's villa.

“Do | need to walk back by myself?” Norah hesitated, puzzled as to why he had brought her here, knowing well

where she lived.

Phillip didn’t reply, simply drove into the villa’s garage, and went inside.

Sean stepped out, opened the door for Norah, and offered his hand. “Now that you're here, why not cin for

a bit?”

Norah took a deep breath, managing a smile. “It’s late, and it doesn’t seem right for a man and a woman to be

alone together at this hour.”

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“I'm just asking you in for a chitchat. Are you thinking there's something more?”

Sean had a slight smile on his face, making Norah feel as if he found her overly sensitive.

She replied, “No, not that way. | just don’t feel like having a chitchat with you.”

His eyes turned serious, his tone filled with warning.

Norah hesitated for a moment but then gave in.

She walked with Sean into the villa.

Once inside, they were left alone as the servants and Phillip were sent away.

Choosing a spot away from Sean, Norah watched him as he fetched a soft drink for her. “Here. Drink it slowly.”

“Thanks,” Norah replied with formality, yet her words seemed to widen the gap between them, leaving her

feeling cold.

Even though they had been getting along better lately, this moment felt like a step back to the tension that had

followed their earlier disagreement.

“Norah, what do you see in Kason? Tonight was risky. Withoutor the police, do you realize what might have

happened?” Sean asked earnestly. “No matter what you think of him, your safety comes first.”

Norah had always taken on risky jobs in dangerous places. She was brave enough to venture out on her own and

had faced challenges far more daunting than her dealings with the Fox Alliance.

Truth be told, she wasn’t scared.

Yet, Sean’s words brought back memories of her solo missions and the indifferent remarks from her

organization's leader upon her return. Sean was the first to say her safety mattered most, even if it seemed

minor to her.

“I know,” she said, gently taking a sip from the soft drink.

She savored the transition from bitter to sweet, enjoying the lasting aroma. “This is sgood drink!”

Her voice was always calm, showing little emotion.

Sean was used to this, but he couldn't help feeling a slight pain in his heart, as if ants were softly biting him.

After the night's events, Norah looked a bit unkempt.

Loose hairs clung to her forehead, damp with sweat, and her skin looked less vibrant than usual.

Sean had planned to have Norah stay a bit longer but changed his mind when he noticed how eager she was to

leave.

Taking a sip, he mentioned, “I'll drive you back after you finish the soft drink.”

Norah felt a sense of relief inside.

Sean might not have realized how much his mere presence affected her. Just him being here brought back

memories of what had occurred days before.

Whispers of intimacy and warm breaths haunted her dreams on many nights.

A faint blush colored her cheeks as she took another sip of the soft drink. “This is really good.”

Norah held the drink, shaking it a bit and admiring its clear, green hue.

“Yeah,” Sean replied softly. “Phillip brought it back not too long ago, and we have plenty.”

Norah offered a kind compliment. “Phillip really pays attention to the details, even when he’s picking out soft

drinks.”

She finished her last sip and got to her feet. “I have to get going now. | have work tomorrow. Have a good day.”

Norah planned to walk back home, treating it as a chance to stretch her legs. With a quick nod, she started to

leave.

Sean rose as well. “Please wait forat the entrance,” he said before making his way to the kitchen.

Confused, Norah headed to the entrance of the villa. The night had settled in, with stars twinkling playfully in the

sky.

She glanced back to see Sean, dressed in a shirt and black trousers, stepping out of the house with a woven

bamboo basket in his hand.

“I'll drive you back,” he said, walking past her with little else said.

Norah quietly followed him.

As they got into Sean's car, he handed her the basket. “This is for you.”

Inside the basket was a variety of soft drinks. When Norah leaned in closer, the delightful package filled her

eyes.

“Didn’t you mention you liked that soft drink? | packed sfor you,” Sean said as he backed up the car,

noticing what Norah was doing. “There's no harm in accepting a little present from a friend, right?”

Norah hugged the basket to her chest and replied, “Absolutely.”

Norah began thinking about what she could give him in return. She believed it was important to keep things

even between them, not owing anything to each other.

Then, she thought back. Sean had searched for her in the abandoned factory and escorted her hpersonally.

After she got hurt, he made arrangements for her to stay at his place, caring for her every day. He even took her

to an auction and presented her with a diamond brooch and a pink crystal...

Without realizing it, their bond had grown stronger, but she was still trying to figure out how to keep her distance

from him. His social standing and everything else pointed to them being mismatched.

She looked down, her hands gently clenched. She wondered about Sean's true feelings for her.

Norah was indeed touched by Sean’s gestures, but it wasn’t enough to commit to a relationship with him. She

felt she needed genuine and undivided affection, like the way Derek felt for Madeline, even ready to turn his

back on his own family. Of course, this was a bad example.

If a man couldn't be kind to his family, how could he be kind to his partner?

Getting out of the car, Norah politely smiled and said goodbye. “Thanks for the ride.”

She bid him farewell, perhaps wishing never to meet again. Norah thought to herself as she stood at the

entrance of her villa, watching his car slowly disappear at the crossroads.