Love on the Fast Track

Chapter 1288:noveldrama

“Look at my face. It’s so much better now. The medicine you left worked wonders, and I’ve been using it daily. Phillip and I have been exploring the city. We had a lot of fun here. When will you come with us? Sean is always busy with work. Phillip and I wanted to travel further, but he had to call us back. Such a bad brother,” Susanna complained.

Norah smiled as she listened to Susanna’s lively updates, thinking that such a life seemed much better.

A bodyguard approached to take her suitcase, allowing Sean to finally hold his girlfriend’s hand, his eyes full of frustration. Norah smiled apologetically. “Sorry, I rushed off and didn’t get a chance to say goodbye to you. You seem to have enjoyed yourself, didn’t you?”

Susanna frowned. “Isn’t it just the same when I go out with you? Sean, look, Norah is making fun of me.”

Sean gently shoved Susanna aside. “Norah isn’t making fun of you. Phillip, please take Susanna away.”

Phillip responsibly guided his girlfriend away, noticing the disapproval in Sean’s glance toward Susanna.

Norah firmly gripped Sean’s hand and playfully said, “Why were you so harsh with Susanna? After being away for so long, I’ve realized there’s no place like home.”

Sean’s expression softened. “Norah, welcome home.” Those words deeply moved Norah.

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She felt a deep sense of belonging. Surrounded by friends, her lover, and family, her future was no longer tied to missions, nor was her world enveloped in darkness. Instead, a future filled with light and hope awaited her. “Thank you, Sean.”

Bringing the energetic Sean and Susanna back to Wilson Manor, Norah felt it was prudent to stay there since her father also resided at the manor. It seemed inappropriate to take them directly to Dreamview Villas.

She had instructed the staff to stock up on fresh ingredients before their arrival. Upon returning to the villa, the first thing Norah did was tie up her hair, roll up her sleeves, and start cooking. “It’s been a while since I cooked. Let me whip up something delicious for you.”

Sean shed his suit jacket, revealing a crisp white shirt, and donned a checkered apron, declaring, “I’ll help.”

Norah flashed him a pleased look and welcomed his assistance. Together, they immersed themselves in the culinary process. Susanna leaned against the kitchen doorway, observing the warm, homey scene unfold.

Norah’s movements were particularly deft as she heated the oil, the spatula in her right hand moving with the precision of a maestro. Her cooking was seamless and skillful.

Meanwhile, Sean meticulously picked through the vegetables, discarding any inedible parts, their teamwork syncing perfectly and creating an atmosphere that felt exclusive to them.

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