Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 68:

The back door of the white car was wide open, indicating that someone had recently been in the driver's seat.

Around the vehicle, five individuals were busy with something under Phillip’s direction.

From a distance, Kason couldn't make out their actions, but upon recognizing them, he confidently approached,

flanked by two police officers.

“Phillip, what brings you here?” Kason asked.

Caught off guard by Kason’s voice, Phillip turned around abruptly. “Mr. Hayes? Are you here looking for your

nephew?”

Phillip straightened his posture and said, “At just the right moment. We've only just arrived.”

“What's happening here?” The police officers behind Kason advanced, scrutinizing the five men. “What are you

hiding? Where are the kidnappers?”

Phillip feigned innocence and replied, “We've just arrived. Mr. Scott has already escorted Miss Wilson to safety.

We were about to report to the authorities. As for the kidnappers, it seems they've turned on each other. All

deceased.”

Phillip gestured toward the driver's seat and said, “Mr. Hayes, you'll find your nephew there. He's been shot. Not

in a good state.”

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Kason, initially concerned for Norah, hastened to the driver's seat upon hearing of Kaiden’s condition. He found

Kaiden pale and visibly drained, nursing his arm and struggling with the pain.

Upon a closer look, Kason discovered the bullet was still lodged in Kaiden’s arm, his clothes soaked with blood.

Fortunately, it wasn't life-threatening.

The police were already processing the scene, with three bodies on the ground. They were communicating with

their headquarters and securing the perimeter.

“You're saying they killed each other?” Kason asked.

“It’s hard to say for sure. Isn't there a witness? We're just awaiting help. Once he’s able to talk, he can shed

slight,” Phillip responded, carefully avoiding a direct answer to the police’s inquiry.

Kason, looking grave, turned to Phillip. “So Mr. Scott took Miss Wilson?”

Phillip nodded. “Yes.”

“And Miss Wilson, was she hurt? How is she?” Kason’s concern was evident.

Phillip appeared surprised by Kason’s questions but replied, “No. Miss Wilson is fine, not a scratch on her.”

Kason exhaled a sigh of relief. “That’s good. That's good to hear.”

Meanwhile, Norah was seated in the back of the car, feeling slightly uneasy. Sean had been unexpectedly gentle

and patient, far from his usual proud attitude.

Wanting to say something to lighten the mood, Norah suddenly felt a sharp pain in her stomach. She placed her

hands on her abdomen, furrowing her brow.

The pain was there. It started as a nagging ache, bearable at first, but gradually grew in intensity. Soon, she

found herself curled up, a thin layer of sweat covering her forehead. She realized, belatedly, that it was her

period, and the iced beverages she had consumed were now taking their toll.

“What's the matter?” Sean glanced at Norah, noticing her discomfort, and couldn't resist checking on her.

Norah bent over, her hands gripping her stomach tightly, a soft groan of pain slipping from her lips.

“Do you have a stomach ache? We're approaching a service area. Try to hold on for a bit longer,” Sean said

anxiously.

With effort, Norah weakly nodded. Her menstrual cramps were always harsh, despite her attempts to find relief

over the years. During these times, her hands and feet would feel cold, and the abdominal pain was relentless.

As they pulled into the service station, the area was brightly lit but sparsely populated. Sean, after unbuckling

his seatbelt, noticed Norah's attempt to ease her pain and reassured her, “Just a moment.”

Barely conscious due to the discomfort, Norah heard the door open and saw Sean returning with a steaming

paper cup.

“I couldn't find any medicine there, so here’s swarm water for you.”

Norah turned her head with a feeble smile and said, “Thank you, Mr. Scott, but I'm not really up for water right

now.”

Struggling with the pain and lacking the energy to drink water, Norah wished the ache would simply diminish on

its own. Maybe skipping those cold drinks tonight would have been a wiser decision.

Sitting close to Norah, Sean insisted, “Try to stand up and drink swater. It'll help.”

Holding the cup in one hand, he gently touched Norah's shoulder with the other, coaxing her softly, “Please.

Whenever Susanna suffered from stomachaches, the staff would make hot ginger tea with brown sugar. Lacking

those ingredients here, warm water seemed the next best option.”

Reluctantly, Norah propped herself up and reached for the cup.

Observing Norah's struggle, Sean quickly offered, “Lethold it for you.” He was cautious, not wanting Norah

to spill the water inside the vehicle, but ensuring she could still drink.

Sean tenderly supported her shoulders, guiding the cup to her lips.

Norah found the warm water comforting as she took a few sips, feeling the warmth soothe her discomfort.

Holding the cup, Sean grabbed a tissue from the back of the seat and softly wiped the sweat from her forehead.

“Take your time. No need to hurry.”

Norah's mind felt sluggish during her period, not fully registering her surroundings.

Watching Norah obediently sip the water from his hands, Sean couldn't help but smile. In her vulnerable state,

Norah seemed endearing and cooperative.

Once done drinking, Norah leaned back, hugging her knees to her chest. “Thank you, Mr. Scott,” she murmured.

She would have preferred a more composed position, but the thought of exposing too much by placing her legs

on the seat made her feel somewhat disoriented. Feeling slightly disillusioned, Norah thought her dignity had

already been lost. Having feigned pity once didn’t seem so bad now that it was happening again.

Concerned, Sean stopped at a service station to purchase a thermos, filled it with warm water, and continued the

drive.

Caught in her discomfort, Norah suddenly realized something. Her period had started, but she was unprepared.

She hadn’t even thought to use the restroom at the service stop. Was she now sitting in a stain of blood? The

thought made Norah's cheeks burn with embarrassment. The idea of leaving a stain on Sean’s seat was

mortifying. How could she face him after such an incident? It felt impossible.

Blushing with shame, Norah felt dizzy. Quickly unbuckling her seatbelt, she propped herself up suddenly. Sean,

gripping the steering wheel, asked in astonishment, “What's the matter?”

Sean was baffled. Why the sudden movement? Wasn't her stomach still bothering her?

Norah remained silent. Looking down, she noticed the red stain on the ivory leather seat. Oh no.

Norah stared at the spot, her mind going blank. She slumped, feeling utterly defeated.

Focused on driving, Sean asked with concern, “What's wrong? Do you need more water?” He handed her the

thermos from beside him and said, “Here is more warm water. We'll be hbefore you know it.”