Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 78:

Norah swiftly prepared three dishes and a soup, inviting Sean to join her for dinner. On a previous occasion,

Norah had the chance to savor Sean’s cooking when she visited the Scott family’s residence after catching a

cold. Today, she reciprocated the gesture by inviting Sean to taste her own culinary creations as a token of

appreciation.

Assuming Sean had already dined with a lovely woman at a restaurant, Norah felt that leaving him satiated and

full shouldn't be a problem. The aroma of the dishes wafted through the air. Sean breathed it in deeply and then

dug into the meal with his fork.

He complimented her, “This is delightful.”

Despite the simplicity, the home-cooked dishes Norah had prepared were incredibly flavorful. Norah grinned,

encouragingly saying, “Feel free to have more if you enjoy it.”

Norah had a fondness for coriander, but this tshe omitted it from the dishes, making them slightly less

flavorful to her taste. Observing Sean continue to consthe food, Norah couldn't suppress her surprise.

Hadn't he already eaten dinner? How could he have such a hearty appetite?

Sean finished the meal, wiping his mouth with a tissue. He expressed his gratitude, “Thank you for your

hospitality, Miss Wilson. The food is exceptionally delicious, far surpassing my own culinary skills.”

“Your culinary skills, Mr. Scott, are impressive. | thoroughly enjoyed the meal,” Norah complimented him. She

continued eating, mentioning that she tended to eat at a leisurely pace.

“Mr. Scott, feel free to leave if you have other commitments.”

Sean finished his meal while Norah continued eating at a slower pace. He assured her, “No worries. | don’t have

any pressing matters. | can wait for you to finish, Miss Wilson.”

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Sean rolled up his sleeves, exposing his muscular arms. “I ran into Mr. Hayes at the door. He referred to you as

Norah. Are you two acquainted?”

Despite his tone, Norah interpreted his inquiry as mere curiosity and continued eating. “We're friends. | believe

addressing each other by our first names is more appropriate. Is there an issue with that?”

Sean had a sudden thought and promptly asked, “Miss Wilson, considering friendship and shared experiences,

can we adopt a more casual form of address?” Norah tilted her head and responded hastily, “Of course.”

Immediately, she regretted her response.

The idea of addressing him as Sean felt unfamiliar and strange after last night's incident. Before she could

retract her agreement, she heard him address her. “Norah.” Blushing, Norah lowered her head and muttered,

“I'm not accustomed to it yet.”

It sounded intimate. After all, they hadn't addressed each other by their first names before. Glancing at Sean,

Norah noticed a smile on his face as he gazed back at her. His words left Norah speechless: “I believe we have a

closer relationship now than you and Mr. Hayes.”

How had their relationship becso close without her realizing it?

“I suppose so,” Norah said, but Susanna would likely misinterpret the situation if she found out. Norah added,

“But I'm still not accustomed to it.”

Sean asserted confidently, “You'll get used to it.” He added, “And feel free to callSean.”

Norah bowed her head, murmuring softly, “Alright, then.” She couldn’t understand why he had suddenly brought

up the topic. After all, they weren't that close. Were they?

Sean smiled, satisfied with the outcome.

Suddenly, Norah remembered that Sean had a date with that beautiful woman before their dinner. Her racing

heart gradually calmed down. Norah averted her gaze and asked, “I accidentally saw someone inviting you out

to dinner. Did you accept the invitation?”

Sean's smile faltered. A hint of impatience flickered in his eyes. “She is not important.”

If she wasn’t important, why had he agreed to dinner with that woman? Norah doubted his statement.

“Really?” Norah gently inquired. “So you didn’t dine with her?”

Sean patiently clarified, “I was about to cook for myself when you texted me.”

“I understand,” Norah responded, contemplating the professional appearance of that beautiful woman. Her

demeanor turned chilly as she hastily finished her meal.

“I'm finished. Sean, you're free to go now.”

“No hurry. Phillip hasn't returned yet. I'll stay a bit longer.” Standing up, Sean rolled up his sleeves and cleared

the table of bowls and plates. “I can wash the dishes.”

“I've got time,” Sean said as he moved to get up.

Norah reached out to stop him. “Sean, you're my guest. | can’t allow you to do the dishes. I'll handle it.”

Sean persisted, bypassing Norah and heading to the kitchen. “Norah, it’s no trouble. It's just washing.”

The tall man in a suit stood by the kitchen sink, meticulously washing the dishes. His attire contrasted sharply

with the kitchen, yet Norah's heart raced at the sight. Despite Sean’s wealth and refined appearance, here he

was, washing dishes in her kitchen.

“Should | store them in the cupboard?” His deep, raspy voice broke her reverie.

“Yes,” Norah replied, still processing the unexpected sight.

Sean wiped the water spots from the dishes with a fresh cloth, his expression serious. For a moment, Norah's

thoughts drifted to Derek, the indifferent man who seldom did chores and frequently criticized her. Those

memories now felt distant, as if from another lifetime.

Sean also tidied up the table, his movements smooth and deliberate. As he left the kitchen, Norah noticed oil

stains on his gray suit.

Pointing at his chest, she remarked, “You have oil stains on your suit.”

If Norah wasn’t mistaken, Sean's suits were all tailored, extremely expensive, and the cleaning costs would be

considerable.

Sean glanced down at the stains and replied nonchalantly, “It's no problem. I'll take it off and wash it.”

Norah reclined on the sofa, cradling a pillow. Meanwhile, Sean settled on the opposite end of the couch.