Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 193:

Norah donned a flowing chic beige gown and navigated her way through the bustling crowd with determination.

Initially driven by curiosity, Norah had ventured forth to observe the unfolding events. Amidst the multitude

gathered in the park, she wondered if a single soul possessed the knowledge of CPR. Alas, it appeared that such

expertise was lacking in the vast crowd.

The young man evidently still clung to life, yet with each passing moment of delay, the grim inevitability of

death loomed ever closer.

Having previously witnessed the tardiness of the ambulance service in Otland, Norah harbored no illusions about

its timely arrival. She knew better than to rely on it for prompt assistance.

“Make way, everyone! I'm a doctor. Clear sspace. Thank you!” Norah declared, her voice cutting through

the commotion like a surgeon's scalpel.

Sean, playing the role of her right-hand man, diligently dispersed the onlookers, creating a protective circle

around them for the imminent rescue operation.

Norah crouched, swift and purposeful, laying the young man flat and securing his airway, deftly adjusting his

collar and belt to prevent any obstruction.

Having swiftly completed the necessary actions, Norah promptly instructed the young man’s sister. “Chere

and assist with CPR resuscitation.”

With every passing moment, the young man edged closer to the precipice of death.

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His sister, spurred by urgency and fear of delay, flung herself over to administer CPR to the young man.

Following CPR, Norah swiftly interlocked her hands and began chest compressions, counting each beat aloud.

After thirty compressions, Norah's voice pierced the tense air. “Cover. Do it again.”

The woman wiped away her tears, displaying unwavering obedience. Whatever Norah requested, she complied

without hesitation.

In a rhythmic cycle of breaths and compressions, Norah persisted through five cycles, her determination

unwavering. Throughout the process, Sean stood by in silent observation, bearing witness to Norah's tireless

efforts.

Her gaze downcast and her demeanor serene, Norah continued to administer rapid compressions with

remarkable endurance, seemingly impervious to fatigue. She repeated the process tirelessly, all the while

awaiting the arrival of the ambulance.

Though Norah may project an air of aloofness, she had always been inherently kind-hearted. Sean often caught

glimpses of her tender heart in the subtle gestures of compassion she displayed.

With each revelation of Norah's character, Sean found his heart stirred more deeply, drawn into admiration with

every intricate detail he discovered.

Upon the ambulance’s arrival, the young man was swiftly whisked away, and with the medical staff attending to

him, he was deemed out of danger.

The young man’s sister, her voice quivering with emotion, bowed repeatedly to Norah, expressing her gratitude.

“Thank you, thank you so much.”

As the ambulance departed, a wave of applause erupted from the crowd, steadily growing louder and more

enthusiastic. Faces beamed with admiration as they hailed Norah for her heroic deed in saving a life.

Meanwhile, the rescuer stood at the edge of the gathering, gazing at the beautiful Norah with a sense of awe.

She exuded captivating beauty, with penetrating eyes and a demeanor that seemed aloof yet alluring. Her

voluminous, wavy hair danced in the breeze, evoking the image of a fairy.

Norah grabbed Sean’s hand, leading him away from the crowd until they stood together in a quiet corner of Sun

Park.

“We did it,” Norah remarked, her eyes meeting Sean's as laughter bubbled up unexpectedly. Her lips curved into

a smile, and her eyes sparkled with joy, radiating warmth like bright pearls gleaming in the sunlight.

Sean tenderly smoothed her disheveled hair, a result of their hurried actions. “You're amazing,” he whispered.

His long fingers traced a delicate path from behind her ear to the curve of her cheek. The touch was imbued with

a subtle ambiguity as they grazed her jawline with gentle tenderness.

“Norah, have you cup with an answer to yesterday's question?” Sean asked.

His gaze bore into Norah's, a hint of nervousness flickering in his eyes despite his knowledge of the anticipated

response. He awaited her answer anxiously, fearing uncertainty until he heard it directly from her lips.

Norah's hand clenched into a fist, landing a playful punch on his shoulder. “I hadn't given an answer, and yet you

kissedyesterday,” she retorted.

Sean caught her hand, his larger one enveloping hers with a comforting grasp. The touch of his calloused palms

was reassuring.

With a soft chuckle, he replied, “I mentioned it was a token of my interest. Anyway, | didn’t pressure you into

visiting FlClub for other men’s company.”

Norah's gaze dropped, a shy protest on her lips. “That's no excuse.”

Recalling the heat of passionate breath from the previous night, Norah instinctively attempted to withdraw her

hand, trying to extricate herself from the intensity of the moment.

“It’s okay,” he insisted, his gaze softening as his handsface drew nearer. “None of that matters, Norah. |

genuinely want to know your answer.”