Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 28:

Norah raised her gaze, carefully assessing Sean. He wore a sharp suit, his shirt buttoned to the top, and a dark

blue tie neatly in place, giving off the vibe of someone heading to an important meeting. With eyebrows sharp as

blades and eyes twinkling like stars, he stood out with his remarkable looks.

Yet, his expression was stern, and his eyes met hers with a chill, clearly not pleased with her observing him.

“Miss Wilson?” Sean called again. “Should you wish to discuss something, we can talk about it in the car.”

After a moment's pause, Norah, still fixed on Sean's face, nodded in agreement. “Okay.” It seemed rude to

decline since Sean had offered the ride. There was no bad blood between them. Besides, she was the physician

for Rodrigo and Susanna. Once she had treated them, Norah planned to distance herself from Sean. They were

simply acquaintances.

As Sean led Norah to the car, she felt a bit ashamed, her clothes clinging to her from the rain. She aimed for the

seat next to the driver, but was taken aback when Sean held the back door open for her instead.

Given the stormy weather, Norah didn’t protest and climbed into the back. Sean shut the door behind her, and

Norah noticed his suit was wet on one side. Unlike him, she hadn't caught a single raindrop walking from the bus

stop to the vehicle.

Norah mused that Sean seemed kinder than the rumors suggested.

Though their paths had crossed a few times, Norah had never witnessed the harsher side of him. Phillip offered

her two clean, dry towels. Norah accepted them, dried her completely drenched hair, and noticed that her wet

skirt had left marks on the leather seat, with mud everywhere. She was sure she looked a mess.

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Trying to remain calm, she murmured, “Thank you, Mr. Scott.”

“Dry off well. We wouldn't want you catching a cold,” Sean said, not glancing up.

Norah bowed her head to towel dry her hair, contemplating that despite Sean’s chilly demeanor, he might not be

as difficult to deal with as she had once thought. The fact that he had tilted the umbrella to her side had already

improved her opinion of him. Maybe being friends with him wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

Seemingly casually, Sean asked, “Miss Wilson, you own a car, don’t you? Why would you choose to wait for a bus

in the rain?”

“I cout for spersonal stuff,” Norah briefly stopped drying her hair, then resumed. It was clear she didn’t

want to go into details.

Sean sensed her reluctance and smoothly shifted the conversation, saying, “Are you on your way to Dreamview

Villas, Miss Wilson?”

“Yes,” Norah answered, her eyes downcast, her voice soft.

Phillip chimed in, “Mr. Scott, the office...”

“Let them wait,” Sean interjected.

“Mr. Scott, do you have important matters to attend to? You don’t have to go out of your way for me. You can

dropoff along the road, and I'll catch a taxi,” Norah, with her hair and body mostly dry, overheard Phillip’s

words and promptly interjected, “I'd feel bad if | hindered your work.”

Phillip, torn between whose advice to follow, used the red light to ask Sean, “What do you think | should do?”

With Dreamview Villas and the company lying in opposite directions, making the round trip would eat up hours.

Sean, with a hint of laziness, lifted his eyes. “Miss Wilson, if you're worried about holding up my schedule, then

accompanyto the office. Once there, you can get another car to take you home.”

“There's no need to bother. | can easily flag down a taxi by the road,” Norah replied.

“With a storm like this, are you sure about that?” Sean asked.

Norah glanced outside. The relentless downpour seemed to be getting even worse. The weather wasn’t on her

side. Turning down his offer now would seem rather ungrateful. “You're right, Mr. Scott.”

Norah surrendered, realizing it would only slow her down. She had already faced enough delays today because of

Derek. At the thought of Derek, a flicker of irritation passed over her face, her heart momentarily burning with

annoyance.

“Miss Wilson, is something troubling you?”

Caught off guard while checking her phone, Norah paused before responding, “No.”

Sean observed Norah closely and noticed her expression change. “I wondered if you were facing a problem you

couldn't solve, Miss Wilson.” He retrieved a business card from the side pocket and handed it to her.

“If there's anything you can’t handle, don’t hesitate to call me. And if I'm not around, you can contact Phillip,” he

added, holding out the card. “Feel free to mention my name.”

Norah took the card, tucked it away, and said, “Thank you, Mr. Scott.”

She assumed his gesture was mainly due to her role as his sister's and grandfather's doctor, which made it easy

for her to accept his offer. A quiet moment settled over the car.

Norah's phone still showed no response from Derek. Frustration crept in. Was Derek playing games with her? She

had always been kind to him, driven by her past feelings for him. But now, with Derek leaving her for Madeline,

any affection for their bond had vanished. Derek’s nerve to mislead her with messages, leaving her waiting in

the courtyard for more than thirty minutes, irked her deeply. Norah was not one to sit idly by. Before taking on

her position at the hospital, she made sure to handle her personal matters efficiently.

After more than an hour of driving, the car stopped in front of a grand office building. The skyscraper, boasting

over 30 stories and clad in blue glass, displayed the n“Nexa Tech” from a distance.

Norah guessed this was just one facet of Sean’s vast business empire. The Scott Group had its hands in various

industries, and their deep-rooted aristocratic heritage meant they had plenty of money to spare.

It was rumored that Sean was keen on venturing into the technology industry, and this company appeared to be

his passion project.

The car's engine quieted to a halt. Norah, seated in the rear, stayed put.

“Do we have any extra umbrellas?” she asked.

Phillip quickly offered, “I've got one, and so does Mr. Scott. Miss Wilson, | can brave the rain for you if needed.”

Norah dismissed the offer with a wave. “That's alright.”

Phillip was about to follow Sean into the office, needing to keep up appearances.

“In that case, I'll hang out in the car until Mr. Scott sorts things out.” Norah chose to stay put in the car and

nodded at Sean. “Thank you, Mr. Scott,” she acknowledged.

Sean glanced at her and said, “Do | seem like one of Miss Wilson's subordinates?”

Norah straightened up. “Certainly.”

“Cwiththen.”

Back under Sean’s umbrella, Norah felt a twinge of uncertainty. Why was she under Mr. Scott's umbrella once

more? Beside her, Sean's towering form commanded attention. Worried about possibly getting on his nerves by

lingering too close, she shifted away to the side.

“If you keep moving, you might as well not be under the umbrella,” Sean’s playful tone echoed as he shifted the

umbrella slightly toward Norah.

Phillip, umbrella in hand, trailed behind them and glanced up. He noticed Mr. Scott, half of his shoulder getting

wet from the rain, still adjusting the umbrella toward Norah, who was fully shielded.

Phillip recalled Sean's silence when he chose to park in the public lot earlier. It was then that Phillip realized the

special consideration being given.

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