Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 29:

Sean entered the company lobby and handed the black umbrella to Phillip. Two women in smart attire were at

the reception desk. Their eyes brightened at the sight of Sean, and upon spotting the woman beside him, they

looked intrigued.

“Mr. Scott,” they greeted him politely. One of them stepped forward to assist Phillip with the umbrella.

With a brief nod, Sean quietly suggested to Norah, “Since we're already here, perhaps you should go up and dry

off? There's a place where you can change. It’s cold, and you might catch something.”

“Alright.” Norah hesitated to decline, aware that Sean wouldn't accept a refusal.

As the three of them took the elevator up, the receptionists began whispering to each other.

“Can you believe it? This is the first tMr. Scott has ever brought a woman here. Could she possibly be his

wife?”

“But she looks like someone he might have just met, considering how soaked she is from the rain. It's hard to

imagine Mr. Scott allowing his significant other to get caught in such a downpour.”

“You noticed too, huh? She’s not even wearing any makeup, but she’s naturally beautiful. Can you imagine how

she'd look all dolled up?”

“Why bother complimenting another woman? Don’t you like Mr. Scott? He's handsand runs a huge

company.”

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“He’s a catch. | fantasize about fairy tale romances coming true for me. Even if it’s just for one night, I'd go for

ie.”

“Please. As if! With Mr. Scott's position, he could easily pick a bride from the daughters of noble families in

Glophia. You, just an ordinary person, don’t stand a chance.”

“Well, I might be ordinary, but I'm certainly not lacking in ambition!”

Unaware of the rumors swirling around her, Norah joined Sean in the CEO's private elevator, ascending to the

top-floor office.

Sean unlocked the door to the private lounge and gestured inside. “You'll find a hairdryer in the bathroom

caband fresh clothes in the wardrobe. | have a meeting to attend, so I'll leave first.”

With those words, Sean quickly departed with Phillip.

Norah opened her mouth to speak, but they were already gone.

Norah reflected on the whole situation. Things would have been simpler if Sean had driven her home. She

thought it would be rude to leave while Sean had a meeting to attend, so she decided to hang around until his

meeting wrapped up before heading out.

The interior of Sean's lounge was minimalist, featuring just the essentials: a bed, a wardrobe, and a bathroom.

The lounge seemed like a temporary spot for Sean, with minimal decorations.

After using the bathroom to dry her hair, the discomfort of her damp dress becapparent. Anticipating a bit

of a wait, Norah changed into something dry.

The wardrobe revealed neatly arranged white and gray casual wear on one side and an assortment of high-

quality suits on the other. Below, drawers contained ties and undergarments.

Norah quickly selected a fresh, tagged white loungewear and went to the bathroom, hanging her dress in hopes

it would dry somewhat before her departure.

With tto spare, she explored his office. The space was spacious, with a cozy meeting area, a plush sofa, and

a marble coffee table, all accented by green plants that lent the room a tranquil vibe. Slightly further was Sean's

work desk, adorned with company awards and various decorative pieces. The desk showcased two vibrant red

roses in a vase, their vivid hue drawing Norah's attention and prompting a moment of contemplation.

She pondered the significance of the roses—symbols of deep affection—in such a work-centered environment.

Yet, Norah felt that romantic entanglements shouldn't be part of Sean’s life. She saw him as someone solely

dedicated to his work.

Remembering her ex-husband, Norah scoffed coldly.

She thought that while Sean might be all about work for now, his heart could change its tune down the road. She

figured there would be a woman who'd make him fall uncontrollably in love. She quietly wondered who that lucky

woman would be and grinned to herself.

The raindrops tapped sharply against the window. Norah sat on the sofa, gazing out, and suddenly felt a wave of

sleepiness.

Setting her phone aside, Norah leaned back and got ready for a nap. Everyone else had cleared out of the

conference room, but Sean remained, deeply engrossed in his documents.

After two hours of meetings, Sean felt fatigue creeping in. Aware that Norah was still in his office, he asked

Phillip, “What's on the agenda for the rest of the day?”

Phillip checked Sean's schedule and informed him, “You have a dinner meeting with a business partner tonight at

7:00 PM.”

“Call off the dinner,” Sean said firmly.

Sean closed the document and added, “I would like to head back to Dreamview Villas.”

Phillip hesitated, reminding him, “But we've had this dinner planned for a month, and our business partner is

expecting you.”

“Cancel,” Sean declared, making his way to his office with determination.

Upon entering his office, Sean was greeted by the sight of Norah asleep on the couch. Her chestnut hair spilled

out onto the cushion, catching the light and giving off a gentle radiance. She was nestled into the couch, wearing

the white loungewear from his wardrobe.

Sean noticed the rosy hue of her cheeks and her slightly parted lips as she breathed softly. Sensing something

was amiss, Sean leaned over to check her temperature. He found her forehead alarmingly warm.

Norah felt his touch and nuzzled against his hand like an adorable kitten. Sean’s heart softened.

When Norah next opened her eyes, she found herself in an unfamiliar, spacious bed, causing a moment of

disorientation as she scanned her surroundings. The room’s aesthetic was stark, dominated by cool tones and

minimalist decor, lending it a somewhat austere appearance. A glass wall revealed a meticulously maintained

garden outside, contrasting with the interior’s chill.

It was now night, and the room's dim lighting barely held the darkness at bay. Rising, Norah felt a pervasive

weakness and a pounding in her head. She hopped out of bed, her bare feet landing on a plush rug.

Heading toward the window, she glimpsed a spacious garden below, filled with unique plant varieties. Looking

through the glass, she realized she was still clad in white loungewear. As Norah lost herself in thought, the door

creaked open softly.

A man stood silhouetted in the doorway, his figure stretching into the room with the light behind him. “Miss

Wilson, are you awake?” the man asked as he entered, flicking on the light switch.

The room was immediately bathed in a warm, soft glow. Blinking against the brightness, Norah focused on the

man before her. He was dressed in casual light brown attire. Sean looked calm and approachable.

“Now that you're awake, why don’t we head down for dinner?”

Norah was brimming with questions, yet as she watched Sean exit the room, she decided to hold off on asking

them for later. By the door, there was a pair of pink slippers meant for women.

Slipping on the slippers, Norah made her way downstairs at a gentle pace. Upon reaching the first floor, Norah

heard a female voice that rang a bell of familiarity.