Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 155:

“Dooley, you still love me, don’t you?” Luna cast a pleading look at Dooley.

Luna choked as she spoke. “I brought Shayla back to Glophia for my father’s birthday celebration. I have no

ulterior motives, Dooley. Can't we avoid the divorce? Shayla is so young, and she can’t grow properly without

both of us. A stepmother won't treat her well. Look at her. She’s so adorable and so much like you. How can you

do this to her?”

Luna's tearful plea prompted Shayla to feel concerned. Breaking free from Norah's grasp, Shayla rushed over.

“Mommy, don’t cry!”

It was only at that moment that Luna truly noticed Shayla. She embraced her, tears streaming down her face.

As Norah turned a corner, she caught sight of a tall man in a suit, appearing refined and handsome. His features

explained the depth of Luna’s affection.

“Finally met the rumored Mr. Boyd,” Norah remarked with a clear and crisp voice, drawing Dooley’s attention.

The stunning Norah, adorned in a red fishtail gown, resembled an enchanting fairy. Her fiery red lips were the

most vibrant hue. She firmly held Dooley’s gaze, captivating him with her beauty, causing a momentary pause in

his response.

“Who are you?” Dooley asked.

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This was their initial encounter since Norah entered the Wilson family. Dooley had acted like a coward, not even

coming to the Wilson family’s residence. He had left Luna to confront the familial expectations all alone.

“Daddy, she’s Auntie...” While comforting her mother, Shayla responded to her father’s inquiry. “Mommy, don’t

cry. Shayla is here.”

At that moment, Dooley’s attention shifted to the woman who had married into the Carter family—Norah.

“Norah?” Dooley narrowed his eyes, questioning, “Why are you here?”

Their interactions had been minimal, making Norah's sudden appearance perplexing for Dooley.

Luna, lifting her tear-filled gaze, confronted Norah. “Norah, are you here to revel in my misery? Yes, | might be

miserable, but are you any better?” After all, Norah had divorced before her.

Releasing Shayla, Luna knelt down and crawled toward Dooley, clinging to his legs. “Dooley, let's not divorce.

Please try to loveforever.”

A trace of disdain crept across Dooley’s face. “Luna, there's nothing about you worth saving.”

Luna felt her heart fracture, shaking her head in disbelief. “How could that be? It's impossible.”

Shayla hurried back to Luna's side, cradling Luna's head and gently wiping away her tears. “Mommy, don’t cry.”

Luna, touched by her daughter's unwavering devotion, scooped Shayla up, her voice shaking as she implored,

“Dooley, just look at her.”

“She's still so young! Do you really have the heart to do that?” Shayla, blinking in confusion, glanced between

her parents. “Daddy, Mommy.”

Dooley, however, remained resolute. “Enough. I've brought the divorce agreement. You have to sign it, whether

you like it or not.”

Norah observed Dooley, his callous demeanor reminding her of Derek during that fateful day at the villa. Derek,

too, had coldly tossed a divorce agreement, demanding, “Sign it.” The parallels between Derek and Dooley

struck Norah. The only notable difference was Dooley’s discretion. Dooley hadn't introduced a mistress in Luna's

presence, and there were no shared children between her and Derek.

In a moment of frustration, Luna, overwhelmed by emotions, fiercely pinched Shayla, causing the little girl to cry

out in pain. “It hurts...” Tears marred Luna’s makeup, smearing her false eyelashes, which began to detach and

fall off. Shayla’s pitiful cries echoed, yet her parents remained unmoved, lacking any hint of sympathy.

Norah, observing from the sidelines, couldn't help but feel a twinge of pity. “Enough!” Norah's voice erupted as

she swiftly took Shayla into her arms. “To subject a child to this pain just to hold onto this scumbag?”

Checking beneath Shayla’s clothes, Norah discovered redness on her delicate skin. “Shayla, it's okay. Don’t cry.”

“Norah, stay out of this!” Luna fiercely reclaimed Shayla, asserting, “This is a family matter. It’s none of your

business. Leave us alone!”

Luna failed to perceive the repulsion in Dooley’s eyes at that moment.

Norah stepped forward, her expression turning cold. “Luna, do you think | enjoy meddling in your affairs? Shayla

is a child! Look at her.”

Luna’s gaze dropped to Shayla, whose face was reddened from crying. The little girl, unwittingly caught in a

gplayed by adults, grappled with emotions she couldn't comprehend. Luna's heart sank at this realization,

but when she lifted her eyes to meet Dooley’s, her resolve hardened once again. “Dooley, Shayla is our child.”

Once again, Shayla was subjected to a painful pinch. She cried out desperately, “Daddy, hug me...” Feeling the

discomfort of being beside her distressed mother, Shayla instinctively sought comfort from her father.

Dooley, however, took a step back, silently distancing himself from the anguished mother and daughter. Despite

the heart-wrenching cries of his daughter, his expression remained devoid of emotion.

Norah, arms crossed, observed with a disdainful sneer. “Luna, imagine if | recorded you in this state and showed

it to your parents. How do you think they'll react?”

Luna wiped her wet cheeks with one hand, “How dare you!”

Shayla, in Luna’s arms, seemed like a mere plaything, crying incessantly with each pinch. The echoes of Shayla’s

cries reverberated through the room.

Once again, Shayla rushed over, clutching Dooley’s legs. “Honey, | was wrong. | won't argue with you anymore.

Please don’t leave me. Today is my dad's birthday banquet. Can we talk about it after?”

After careful consideration, Dooley finally relented to Luna’s plea. “Freshen up, Shayla. Imagine how it would

appear if your parents were to see her in such a state,” he said.

Luna promptly rose, swiftly composing herself and wiping away Shayla’s tears. As they passed by Norah, Luna’s

voice cut through the air with a frigid edge. “Norah, don't interfere in matters that are none of your concern.”

Norah lowered her head, locking eyes with the red-eyed Shayla. Shayla remained silent, offering Norah a small,

resilient smile. She didn’t look upset at all.

At that moment, Norah's heart softened. This situation was beyond the comprehension of a two-year-old. In her

innocent mind, all Shayla desired was for her parents to be happy and joyful together.

Dooley’s stance remained clear. After the birthday banquet, the topic of divorce would resurface. Luna's

reference to a “stepmother” hinted at a mistress Dooley had found, a revelation looming in the unspoken future.

The absurdity struck Norah as she recalled Luna kneeling before her parents, radiating determination to marry

Dooley and making solemn vows. Yet, in less than three years, Dooley’s heart had shifted. Luna found herself

abandoned, grappling with disbelief and clinging to a desperate fantasy that Dooley might return.

But would he cback? The bitter truth lingered. Once a man fell in love with someone else, retracing his

steps becunlikely.