“Thank you, Supernatural Doctor,” Sean said.
Norah had felt quite uneasy when Susanna asked her questions. However, her relief came from the fact that Sean didn’t have any romantic feelings for her.
Norah wrote the prescription and placed it on the table before standing up, preparing to bid her farewell. Despite hesitating for a moment, Norah eventually agreed to Susanna’s invitation to stay for dinner.
Susanna beamed. “Alright then. I’ll be going home now. Goodbye, Sean. Goodbye, Supernatural Doctor. Take good care of Sean.”
Sean and Norah took their seats at the dining table. Norah removed her mask and placed it on the side. She then looked at Sean sitting across from her.
Sean was dressed in light gray home attire. His cold demeanor seemed to soften a bit as he lifted the wine bottle and elegantly poured himself a glass.
“Let me know if you need anything, Miss Wilson,” Sean said, raising his glass toward Norah. “Homemade food is a bit simpler than what you find outside.”
Norah shook her head. “I don’t need anything else for now.”
The dishes on the table were exquisite, emitting a pleasant fragrance. Starving, Norah picked up her fork and began to eat.
Sean stared intently at Norah, his finger lightly resting on his wine glass. He observed her carefully, a hint of interest in his eyes.
Leaving the Scott family’s home, Norah finally felt the odd atmosphere dissipate. During dinner, she kept her head down, occasionally conversing with Sean. However, the questions Susanna had asked still lingered in her mind, making her feel a bit uncomfortable.
“Is something bothering you, Miss Wilson?” Kason asked.
Inside Devonte’s room, Kason stood in the doorway, exuding a powerful presence with just his stance. He looked tall and imposing, and the light accentuated his figure, making him appear even more handsome.
Norah stared at him, her heart beating rapidly, and replied coldly.
“I’ve noticed you’ve been distracted today, Miss Wilson. Am I wrong?” Kason asked, his expression thoughtful.
He assumed she was distracted because of his grandfather’s condition.
“You are quite observant, Mr. Hayes. However, I’d rather not talk about it,” Norah said as she lowered her gaze.
She was surprised that someone like Kason, a military man known for his emotional detachment, could tell something was bothering her.
Leaning against the doorway, Kason watched as Norah administered treatment to his grandfather.
“I haven’t seen you since we parted at the Clamour Club. How have you been, Miss Wilson? I heard you joined the Silver Boulder Private Hospital. Is everything going well with your work?”
“Everything is fine,” Norah replied without stopping her movements as she administered the treatment.
“That’s good. You’ve helped the Hayes family a lot, Miss Wilson. If there’s ever anything the Hayes family can assist you with, feel free to ask.”
“Thank you, Mr. Hayes,” she replied politely.
However, as Norah thought about the stirring emotions she had just experienced, she couldn’t help but add, “I hope you stand by your promise if I choose to hold you to your word, Mr. Hayes.”
“Kason Hayes, I am a man of my word. I will keep my promise,” Kason said solemnly.
Now that Kason had promised to keep his word, Norah couldn’t help but think about Derek’s words earlier that morning. She regretted having married a man like him. Some ungrateful men like Derek wouldn’t even blink, no matter what the favor was. The fact that Derek had been reluctant to honor what he had offered once he learned of her wealth reshaped her perception of him.
Norah softly stated, “Mr. Hayes, I’ll keep your words in mind.” She hoped Kason would prove to be more reliable than Derek had been.
From her observations, Norah saw Kason as a man of integrity, likely a trait sharpened by his time in the military, where directness was valued.
Curiously, Norah asked, “Mr. Hayes, at the peak of your youth, do you ever regret leaving the military so early?”
This question had been on her mind since she met Kason. Still under 30 years old and at the height of his capabilities, his choice to exit the military and lead the Hayes family left her puzzled. Norah doubted she could have made such a decisive move if she had been in his shoes.
After a pause, Kason responded in a low voice, “The Hayes family lacked a suitable leader. As part of this family, stepping in was a responsibility. Plus, with my grandfather’s severe illness, it was only natural for me to return and support him.”
Norah was aware that Kason’s parents had perished in a tragic plane crash, a story that had deeply moved Glophia and garnered widespread sympathy for the Hayes family. Unlike most, the Hayes family had suffered immense loss.
Members of the Hayes family had mostly pursued military careers, but only Kason had diverged, choosing to focus on art in college.
Gazing at his right hand, Kason’s voice carried a hint of sadness. “My departure from the military was also for health reasons.”
Norah furrowed her brow as she regarded him, asking, “What health issues were you facing?” She observed Kason’s appearance, noting his robust complexion and sturdy physique. She couldn’t discern any signs of illness.
“A few years ago, during an operation, I damaged the tendons in my right hand, rendering me unable to shoot with precision,” Kason explained with an air of nonchalance, as though discussing something distant from his own experience.
Yet, Norah detected a note of sorrow in his voice.
“Didn’t you seek my help for medical checks?” Norah’s back was turned to Kason, hiding her face from his view. “Doctors mentioned that even after my treatment, the sensitivity wouldn’t match its former level. It would never fully recover.” Kason had endured much from that incident.
Pausing, Norah said earnestly, “I’ll examine your hand after checking on your grandpa.”
Kason, taken aback, declined, “There’s no need. My military career is behind me.”
The famed group Kason had belonged to had already disbanded. Kason’s fists tightened. He believed returning would be pointless if he were the sole remaining member of his team.
Norah insisted, “Allow me to assess it first.”
Stepping out from Devonte’s room, Norah entered the living room to find Kason sitting on the sofa, dressed in an army green tank top. The snug material outlined his physique.
Kason’s muscular physique was accentuated by the snug tank top, emphasizing his formidable presence. Norah took a seat beside him on the couch. “Show me your hand, please.”
Kason held out his hand, revealing its rough, callused texture. Norah gently grasped his wrist, her touch delicate against his hardened skin.
The stark contrast between Kason’s large, rugged hand and Norah’s smaller, softer one was striking. When their hands made contact, a shiver coursed through Kason. Feeling slightly bashful, he found himself looking away involuntarily.
Norah asked, “Well, it’s clear you’ve sustained more injuries than just to your hand. You’ve got internal issues too. Have you not considered a thorough medical check-up?”
With a furrowed brow, she added, “And let’s not even start on your tendon problem. Your knees must give you trouble when the weather changes, am I right?”
“Yes,” Kason admitted, acknowledging her accuracy. “It’s not just the days, but I’ve sought treatment.”
“You really ought to consult a physician soon,” Norah said, half-jokingly, cautioning him. “With already one ill family member, do you wish to be bedridden alongside your grandfather?”
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