Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 962

Chapter 962:

“It’s nothing, | just... | miss home. | want to cback.” As she spoke, the bandages around her palms reminded

her of the painful experiences on stage earlier, the ache persistent and sharp.

“Stay put in the hotel. Ill be there shortly,” the man said, his voice tinged with urgency.

Nora could practically hear the rustle of his clothes as he hurriedly dressed. She sniffed back a sob. “It’s okay.

Amy said we'll head back tomorrow.”

Lowering her mask, she revealed a face that was a picture of disappointment. “I didn’t make it to the finals. Am |

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a total washout?” Her voice trembled.

“Nora, your worth isn’t defined by a competition. There are countless factors influencing the results. Trust in

yourself—you're the best.”

He didn’t know the specifics, but his words served as a fortress of support.

“So, spill it. What happened at the competition?”

Nora's lower lip jutted out in a pout as she recounted the ordeal. “The piano key—can you believe it? | tried to

finish, but after that first blunder, | knew it was over. My hands throbbed.”

“Easy now. I'll ask Amy to bring you a cake. Eat up, rest, and we'll talk tomorrow.”

His voice was soft, yet an undercurrent of steel ran through it, like a predator biding its time.

“Don’t dwell on it. Sleep tight. No tears,” he added, his tone firm. Nora blinked back the tears. His voice had a

strange effect on her.

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“Okay. Good night.”

She ended the call and glanced at the friend request.

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With a sigh, she typed out a brief, polite rejection. No point in adding another face to the crowd.

Amy arrived bearing a cake and a determined look. “Eat up, champ. Then it's face-washing duty. We need to

keep those cuts dry.”

From her bag, she produced a small porcelain bottle. “Special delivery: two bottles of Rejuvenation Powder, just

for you.” Nora was really lucky.

“Your fans from earlier today have deep pockets. Look, two bottles!” Amy teased.

A pang of guilt washed over Nora as she eyed the precious bottles. She'd just turned down Sean's friend request.

“Amy, we can’t just accept these without anything in return. It feels wrong.”

The cake’s sweetness was a comforting balm.