Catching Sean’s eye, Norah signaled her intent to leave, attempting to sidestep the situation. Sean explained to Susanna, “Supernatural Doctor wants to keep her identity confidential.”
With that, Susanna understood. “Okay, I’m leaving.” Grabbing the medical record from the sofa, Susanna waved to Norah, announcing, “Miss Wilson, I’m leaving. Sean, please look after her for me.”
Once Susanna had exited, Sean approached the dining area and said, “Miss Wilson, you can come over for dinner now.”
Molly, after setting the table, retreated to the servant quarters. She wouldn’t emerge unless called.
Norah removed her mask and chose a seat as far from Sean as possible. “Why rush Susanna off? Having a meal together at home could have been nice for both of you, couldn’t it?”
Sean cast a look her way and responded, “Supernatural Doctor, inviting you over meant I intended to host you well. Susanna and I have plenty of opportunities to dine together, but sharing a meal with you is rare.”
Norah dove into her meal without hesitation when she saw the delicious spread. “Miss Wilson, you’re worn out from tending to patients. I didn’t prepare any wine, just watermelon juice. Hope that suits you fine,” Sean mentioned.
Norah recalled having two glasses of cedar wine at the Hayes family the previous day. Despite its low alcohol content, she recognized it wasn’t wise to drink and drive. She reached for the watermelon juice, took a sip, and reassured, “This is perfectly fine by me.”
Norah refrained from expressing dissatisfaction with the watermelon juice Sean had thoughtfully provided. Tasting it, Norah silently praised Molly’s culinary talents. The home-cooked meals were.
“Delicious,” Norah thought, though she considered the meals slightly less exceptional than her own cooking efforts.
“Miss Wilson, is there something about me that bothers you?” Sean asked, studying Norah closely. “You seemed different when you found out I was Nocturne.” Sean reminisced about how Norah had eagerly invited him to join her for a race. “When might you be available for another race, Miss Wilson?” he broached the topic again.
Norah had enjoyed racing against Nocturne, valuing the challenge of competing with such an evenly-matched opponent. Yet, learning Sean was Nocturne made her cautious. She smiled and replied, “Mr. Scott, you must be joking. I have no issues with you. My attitude toward you hasn’t changed. As for racing, my schedule has been packed, so I doubt I’ll find time soon.” She offered a shrug, conveying a sense of resignation.
Norah’s response made sense, and Sean couldn’t find anything to retort.
He found himself at a loss for words and averted his gaze. It appeared Norah had quite a few misconceptions about him, given her indifferent attitude.
“If you’re up for it, just say when. I’ll be ready,” replied Sean, holding a glass of wine. “Only hope you’ll make it by then.”
She smiled and lifted her glass of watermelon juice in response. “Of course.”
As she sipped her watermelon juice, Norah noted the roughness of Sean’s hands, filled with calluses.
Wasn’t Sean supposed to be the heir to the wealthy Scott family? Born into Glophia’s most influential family, one would expect him to lead a life of luxury. Yet, his hands told a story of hard labor.
Norah’s knowledge of Glophia was limited. She had returned only a few years ago to marry Derek, learning about the Scott family through stories Derek shared upon awakening. She understood Sean’s prowess in business. Not only did Derek speak highly of him, but Bryson did too.
Norah could tell those calluses were from Sean’s frequent handling of firearms.
She lowered her head and continued to eat.
Meanwhile, Susanna stepped outside, casting a curious glance backward. “She must be pretty behind that mask. Her voice is so sweet, and her eyes are captivating. She can’t possibly be otherwise. Phillip, do you have any idea what she looks like?”
After escorting Susanna out, Phillip respectfully responded, “She’s very curious about her appearance.”
Susanna nodded, “I guess that makes sense. Anyway, I really like her. I wish I could see her more often.”
“Perhaps one day, Miss Scott,” Phillip said as he held the door open for her.
Susanna was puzzled. “What do you mean? I’m not following.”
Phillip said calmly, “Just as I said, Miss Scott. Please head back now, and don’t forget to inform your brother of your safe arrival.”
Susanna knew Phillip might be implying something, but she didn’t quite grasp it and replied, “Okay.”
As he watched the car pull away, Phillip considered giving space to the two individuals inside and decided to wait in the yard. Unlike Kason, who would talk to fill the silence, Sean and Norah concluded their meals in silence.
During their meal, Norah scheduled another appointment with Sean for a medical check-up, discussing the consultation fee she would charge for each visit.
“Miss Wilson, I’ll have someone drive you back to Dreamview Villas,” Sean instructed.
“Please follow me, Miss Wilson. I’ll take you home,” Phillip offered.
“Farewell, Mr. Scott,” Norah said, donning her mask and parting with a polite goodbye.
Unseen by her, a chill lingered in Sean’s gaze.
Norah found herself in the same custom luxury car again, but this time, without Sean’s company. She took the opportunity to inspect the car’s features more closely.
“Could this be the newest bulletproof material? Wow, the design inside and this windshield!” Norah observed with curiosity and commented.
She then recalled that her cars had also been upgraded, boasting an interior even better than this one. Remembering those cars she had sold, she felt a pang of sadness. Why had she parted with those vehicles merely for the sake of marriage? How could she have been so stupid and blinded by so-called love?
A shadow passed over her eyes as she reflected on her naive illusions. Leaving her profession for a man had been her most foolish decision.
“Please drop me off at Silver Boulder Private Hospital,” Norah said, gazing out the window at the swiftly changing scenery.
Upon meeting Gil again, Norah conveyed her new request.
Gil was so astonished that his voice nearly cracked. “What? What? You want to work in the Cardiac Surgery Department? You aren’t going to the Neurosurgery Department?”
“Yes, Gil,” Norah confirmed with conviction, sipping his coffee.
Gil attempted to reason with her, “Norah, you’re skilled in many areas, but the Neurosurgery Department is where you truly excel!”
With a determined look, Norah responded, “Gil, I’m drawn to study heart disease now. Plus, I can still assist in surgeries in the Neurosurgery Department.”
Gil hesitated, admitting she was right. “So, why stick with the Neurosurgery Department? What’s drawing you to the Cardiac Surgery Department all of a sudden? The patient load is heavy there, and they might entrust you with critical cases immediately.”
They both understood the circumstances well. The standards of the Cardiac Surgery department were high, and Norah was prepared for the challenge.
The department was demanding, the surgeries lengthy, and the risks significant. No one would entrust Norah with surgeries, being a newcomer to the job. It would be a waste of her medical talent.
However, in the Neurosurgery Department, Gil could have Norah operating almost immediately.
Norah smiled and said, “Gil, what’s worrying you? Don’t you know me? And it’s not just neurosurgery I excel in. Gil, have you been having trouble sleeping lately?”
Gil replied, “Since you’ve brought it up… yes, I am.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.