Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 94:

Better asked, “I breached the Fox Alliance's network and unearthed something odd.”

A voice replied, “I intercepted this call recording from Hilda's phone. The Fox Alliance was hired to orchestrate

this pursuit of Miss Wilson.”

Sean then saw a document pop up on his screen.

He played the audio, listening to two women’s voices. His expression grew stormier by the minute.

“It seems we've stumbled upon a plot. The Fox Alliance was hired to target Miss Wilson. Luckily, Miss Wilson

managed to escape. Had they captured her, she'd have faced unimaginable horrors back at their headquarters.”

A wave of fury swept over Sean. “Can you trace the mastermind behind this?”

“Just a sec... Alright, got it. I'm sending over the location now.”

Sean hurriedly checked the address. It was a mansion in Glophia. A quick search revealed the owner: Derek

Carter.

Sean frowned.

“Derek?” he muttered. “The sDerek who was divorcing Norah for the other woman?”

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He wasn't privy to all the details, but he suspected that Norah's incident was somehow linked to Derek's affair.

He recalled that the other woman's nwas Madeline.

Upon awakening, Norah's head spun wildly. A sharp pain on her left side made her wince. Then, she recalled

she'd been stabbed and had passed out in her vehicle.

Norah's blood turned cold. Realizing her predicament, panic set in. Looking around, she realized she was clearly

not in her car. She wondered where she was.

The room was dim, making it hard to register anything. A slight, yet familiar scent hung in the air. Norah,

grappling with her shoulder pain, tried to sit up and scan her surroundings. It didn’t take long for her to recognize

the room. Wasn't this the Scott family’s guest room, where she’d stayed before?

The linens were fresh, the wardrobe now painted white, and the floor boasted plush wool carpet. A petite coffee

table and a swing chair occupied one corner. Despite the minor changes, it was unmistakably the sroom.

The realization that she was in Sean's residence brought a wave of relief to Norah. Though she was unsure of

how she got here, she felt safe.

That was when she noticed someone had changed her clothes and tended to her stab wound. A flush of

embarrassment and irritation washed over her. Could Sean have been the one to treat her wound? The thought

of him seeing her exposed left her speechless. As she mulled over this, she grew furious.

Then, the soft tread of footsteps neared the door. Norah reclined and shut her eyes, feigning sleep.

The door creaked open, and the lamp beside the bed bathed the space in a warm glow.

Sean tiptoed to the bed, gazing at the resting figure. Norah's eyelids were closed, and her brow was furrowed,

signaling unrest. He leaned in, brushing her forehead with his hand. Her skin was warm but lacked the heat of a

fever. His fingers drifted, smoothing the creases of her brow.

“Don’t fret. I'm here with you,” he murmured, his voice a comforting rumble.

Unaware she was only pretending, he scrutinized her briefly before exiting. Only after the door clicked shut did

Norah start to breathe heavily.

Sean was her rescuer! She had chosen to feign sleep, not ready to confront anyone just yet. Sean’s words

lingered in her mind, thrilling her. She clasped her chest, willing her heart to calm.

Yet, the flutter of excitement was uncontrollable as she pondered the depth of Sean's statement. Eventually,

sleep claimed her.

When morning arrived, Norah gingerly sat up. Sean's words still echoed in her mind, causing her heart to skip.

Why would Sean say such things to her, assuming she was asleep?

A knock sounded, followed by Sean's voice. “May | enter, Norah?”

Norah glanced down at the simple white nightgown adorning her. “Please, cin.”

Sean entered, bearing a glass of warm water. “How are you feeling?” he inquired softly, offering the glass. Norah

propped herself up cautiously to avoid straining her shoulder. She accepted the water, savoring the relief it

brought to her parched throat after a few sips.

“Much better. Thank you,” she said, clutching the glass. She averted her gaze. “How did | end up here?”

Caught in the whirlwind of events, Norah could only recall waking up briefly after her ordeal.

Seated next to her bed, Sean took his tdetailing how he had brought her here, summoned a female doctor to

attend to her injuries, and ensured her clothes were changed for comfort.

The relief that washed over Norah upon learning a female family doctor had been responsible for her change of

clothes was palpable. The thought of Sean undertaking such a task would have left her mortified. Yet, she

realized, had the situation been otherwise, she would have had to resign herself to it.

“Norah, can you tellwhat really happened last night?” Sean inquired, his voice laced with understanding,

eager to hear her account of the events.

With a rueful smile, Norah recounted, “Just my luck, another perilous encounter. Those assailants were linked to

the Fox Alliance. This time, a woman and several men attempted to lureinto a trap. | was surrounded by over

twenty of them. Fortunately, | managed to escape and dart away in my car, though not without sustaining this

injury.” She gestured toward her wound.

Suddenly remembering something, she added, “I need to ask for a leave. Oh, no! My phone was left in the car.”

At that, Sean offered her a white phone, saying, “Make your call first.”

Norah placed the glass she was holding on the bedside table, accepted the phone, and promptly notified Jamison

about needing a week off to recover from her injury. A week, she hoped, would suffice for the wound to heal

properly.

Jamison, now more understanding toward Norah, didn’t hesitate to grant her the leave.

After concluding the call, Norah looked up to find Sean pondering aloud, “You're always so focused on your work.

You're the celebrated Supernatural Doctor. Why do you choose to work in a private hospital in Glophia?”

Caught off guard by the question, Norah countered, “And why do you, Mr. Scott, invest your tin a small tech

company? It hardly compares to the scale of your other ventures within the Scott Group.”

She was genuinely puzzled by his interest in Nexe Tech, a company that seemed insignificant against the

backdrop of his vast business empire, mirroring his curiosity about her dedication to Silver Boulder Private

Hospital.

With an enigmatic smile, Sean probed further. “What do you think is my reason, Norah?” His gaze held a mix of

intrigue and amusement, inviting her to explore the layers behind his choices.