In addition to regular cars, there were also specially modified racing cars. Among them was the sleek black racing car Sean drove in Krusa Mountain, which had a particularly striking appearance.
Sean turned off the car engine and swung the back door open, asking, “Do you need a hand?”
Norah’s face turned pale as she clasped her hands over her stomach, shaking her head as she insisted, “No, I’m good.” Stepping toward the car door, she turned around, only to spot bloodstains on the seat. Instantly, embarrassment flooded over her as she realized her skirt was also stained with blood.
At the door, Sean caught sight of the stain and reassured her gently, “Don’t worry about it.”
As Norah was about to step out, Sean unexpectedly scooped her up in his arms. Norah reached out swiftly and clasped Sean’s neck instinctively, her expression laced with a hint of panic.
Norah couldn’t grasp why Sean embraced her so suddenly. She considered herself wise enough to resist the urge to strike him. If she had struck him, Sean might have been lying on the floor by now.
Sean sensed the woman in his arms was quite fragile, prompting him to ease his grip and say, “There’s no need to act tough.”
Noticing her pale face, Sean puzzled over why Norah chose to wear such high heels despite clearly suffering. He was aware of Norah’s expertise in medicine, her passion for racing, and how she continued to live in Dreamview Villas even after being ousted by Derek.
His suspicions about her had lingered, yet witnessing her vulnerable side made him lower his guard. Now, Sean only felt that since Norah needed someone to care for her, he could be that person.
Norah opened her mouth to speak but, in the end, remained silent, simply allowing Sean to hold her. “I’ve instructed the maid to arrange some new slippers just for you.”
With gentle care, Sean set Norah on her feet, took out a pair of pink bunny slippers from the cabinet, and placed them near her.
Suddenly, Norah grasped his wrist. He raised his eyes to hers, filled with curiosity.
Norah’s delicate fingers traced his arm. Earlier, while Sean was cradling her, his arm had accidentally brushed against her skirt, smearing it with blood.
“Clean it off,” she whispered, her head down.
Sean couldn’t help but find the situation a bit amusing. He saw her as a little girl who felt she had made a mistake, looking down, worried about being scolded. He had already noticed the stains on his arm, but he didn’t care.
“Let me show you to your room.”
“The bathroom is stocked with everything you might need,” Sean proposed.
As they reached the bedroom upstairs, Sean added, “I’ll be right outside. Just call if you need me.” Norah replied, “Alright.”
After shutting the door behind her, Norah made her way to the bathroom for a shower. It was only after she had finished that she discovered the only clothing option was a revealing dress, accompanied by a pocket of sanitary pads.
Left with no alternatives, Norah begrudgingly slipped into the black lace dress before stepping out of the bathroom.
She decided she needed to have a serious talk with Phillip next time. She had only asked for sanitary pads and pajamas, which hardly needed the inclusion of the sexy dress.
Norah noticed that Sean’s villa had minimal staff, with Sean taking care of most chores. He occasionally brought in housekeeping or additional help, and Phillip, serving as Sean’s personal assistant, was also there to lend a hand.
Feeling a bit thirsty, Norah thought about getting some water. Considering Sean would probably want to shower upon his return and with no one else around, she decided to head downstairs for a drink.
The dress she wore was a black lace piece with thin straps, barely reaching her thighs, and featuring cut-out details at the waist that exposed her skin. As she made her way down from the second floor, she encountered Sean lounging on the sofa.
Wearing casual gray loungewear, Sean was busy on his laptop. The sound of her approach made him look up.
Catching sight of Norah descending the stairs, he was visibly taken aback, his eyes briefly flashing with admiration.
Norah stopped in her tracks upon seeing Sean. She hadn’t expected to find him sitting in the living room.
Norah hesitated. She found herself halfway through the living room, unsure whether she should continue moving forward. Then, she lifted her hand in a relaxed gesture and said, “Scott.”
Following that, she made her way to the kitchen.
Sean raised an eyebrow, his gaze drawn to her every movement. She managed to stir a reaction from him with each step she took. Her chestnut hair, slightly damp from steam, fell in strands down her back.
Norah moved quickly, her chest bouncing with each step. Sean watched closely, his eyes briefly catching a glimpse of her nipple pressing against the delicate black lace. With a hard swallow, he quickly looked away.
The sight of Norah’s full figure made it impossible for him to focus on the stock market analysis on his computer screen.
Norah took a few sips from her glass, her hands gripping it tightly as her heartbeat quickened. She was caught off guard to see Sean already settled on the couch, deeply focused on his lap despite her quick shower.
Even though Norah often wore daring outfits at the Glamour Club, wearing this sexy dress felt different.
She took two large sips of water, trying to soothe her nerves. She convinced herself that it was fine for him to see her in this dress, considering the day’s earlier embarrassments. She hoped that after a restful night, things would seem brighter in the morning.
Norah lingered in the kitchen for a bit before she casually walked past the living room again. She noticed that Sean was gone, but there were still items left on the table.
Approaching, she spotted a steaming cup of coffee, some painkillers, and an iPad, with a note beside them: “The coffee’s for you. If the pain persists, take a pill. Feel free to watch movies on the iPad.”
The note filled Norah with a sense of warmth.
With the coffee, painkillers, and iPad in hand, Norah headed upstairs, touched by the gesture. Sean wasn’t as cold as he appeared. In fact, Norah had observed that he was quite considerate. He acknowledged her discomfort and, as if to pass on the message, thoughtfully left painkillers and an iPad to entertain her when she was bored.
Kason got into the ambulance. Watching as the doctor wheeled the unconscious Kaiden into the operating room, Kason sank into a chair outside, consumed by thoughts and concern. His mind raced.
Those kidnappers had shot Kaiden. Yet, Phillip mentioned that Norah wasn’t hurt. He wondered whether that was the truth. He remembered seeing Norah dressed up for the evening on the monitor. The thought of her likely getting injured troubled him deeply.
Earlier today, Norah had reminded Kason about the hospital visit. The news of her kidnapping that evening sent Kason into a panic. After the police arrived, Phillip and his group had left, planning to visit the station the next day for statements. Although Phillip reassured Kason of Norah’s safety, not seeing her in person left Kason filled with concern.
In his mind, Norah was fearless and beautiful, yet she was still a vulnerable woman. Kason’s gaze dropped, a fire of anger in his eyes. The local gangs were out of control. It was clear to him that swift action against them was needed.
The lights in the operating room dimmed, and the doctor came out. “We’ve removed the bullet. The patient just needs plenty of rest now.”
Kaiden, in a coma, was wheeled out and into a general ward. A sweating and breathless sergeant hunched over.
“Hayes, what can I do for you?”
“We need to rid this place of gangs and restore peace to the community,” Kason said sternly.
The sergeant gave a firm salute. “Understood, sir.”
At Dreamview Villas, it was a bright Sunday morning at seven.
“Sean, I’m here. Is it alright if I come to your company today?” Susanna asked as she entered. While taking off her shoes in the entryway, her eyes caught sight of a pair of high heels on the carpet.
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