Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 27:

Reflecting on the recent silence, Norah pulled out her phone and sent Derek a message: “Mr. Carter, are you

available tomorrow? When can we finalize the paperwork?”

It had been almost a week since the racing competition. While Derek savored his moments with Madeline, did he

ever think about the rumors that Madeline was a homewrecker? It seemed like such a lack of responsibility on his

part.

After waiting ten minutes without a reply, Norah felt compelled to send more texts, nudging him for a response.

“Mr. Carter, have you considered the gossip about Madeline being a homewrecker? We should settle the

formalities soon. It’s beneficial for everyone. What's the delay? You were the one keen on divorcing. Now, why

the silence? Tis valuable for both of us. | can’t afford to wait endlessly. When will we proceed?”

“Is it possible to get a clear response from you? Mr. Carter, the world won't stop if you take an hour off. Can't you

make tfor this?”

With no reply to her messages, Norah sat on the sofa, pondering whether she should head to the Carter Group

and confront him face-to-face. Since the race, Derek hadn't reached out about finalizing the divorce, which irked

her.

After a while, her phone finally signaled the arrival of replies.

Derek replied, “Okay.”

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Norah arched an eyebrow as she typed her response: “Meettomorrow at 2 p.m. in the court. Please, don’t be

late.” At least he had agreed to meet.

Closing Derek’s phone, Madeline's face still held traces of bitterness. When she heard noises from the bathroom,

she quickly tucked Derek’s phone out of sight.

Derek emerged from the bathroom, draped in a towel, and asked, “Madeline, have you seen my phone? | left it

on the table before my shower, but now it's missing.” His tone was marked by impatience, a hint of annoyance in

his voice.

Feigning nonchalance, Madeline offered, “Maybe you forgot where you put it? Check again. Letcheck the

bedroom for you.”

Derek agreed, seemingly convinced by Madeline's suggestion that he might have misplaced it. He left the room.

With her heart pounding, Madeline watched Derek leave. She quickly retrieved Derek's phone, erasing the recent

exchange with Norah while preserving only those from days ago.

Madeline exhaled deeply, her gaze hardening as it landed on Norah Wilson's contact name. “Just a bitch who

knows a few tricks. Trying to get close to Derek under my watch? Not a chance.”

In Madeline’s mind, Derek was hers and hers alone. She couldn't tolerate Norah's presence.

Norah waited in the court from 12:50 to 2:30 in the afternoon, yet Derek hadn't shown up yet. Glancing

impatiently at the entrance, Derek was still nowhere to be seen.

Norah was overwhelmed with frustration, feeling like she couldn't breathe. After a moment of thought, she

decided to call Derek.

“The number you have dialed is currently switched off.”

Norah scoffed, realizing he had blocked her number.

She flooded Derek with numerous messages.

“Mr. Carter, playing games now, are you? You promised you'd be here, didn’t you?”

“Where could you possibly be?”

“Are you planning to show up at all? Will you cor not?”

Despite sending these messages, Norah didn’t receive any response. Her patience was wearing thin, and she

couldn't fathom how the situation had deteriorated to this point. Derek was the one who had proposed the

divorce, yet now he was the one avoiding finalizing it.

Resolved to take matters into her own hands, Norah decided to pursue the legal route if he continued to stall.

She wondered if Derek had underestimated her resolve.

Tucking her phone away, she made her way outside.

As she stepped out, it started pouring. The timing couldn't have been worse.

To keep the divorce proceedings on track, she refrained from driving today, knowing her opinion could cause

unnecessary delays. She figured the procedure wouldn't drag on too long and paid no mind to the gloomy

weather as she headed out.

Unbeknownst to her, she would end up waiting in vain, caught in the sudden downpour. What a stroke of

misfortune!

Opening her contacts list, Norah briefly considered calling Joanna but decided against it. She remembered that

Joanna had an important tutorial and didn’t want to disturb her over something so minor.

The rain cascaded down in gleaming strands, the droplets merging with the urban clamor into a symphony of

rainfall.

Under normal circumstances, Norah might have found solace in the rain, but Derek’s evasion had sparked a loud

rage within her. As she watched the relentless downpour, an impulsive thought struck her.

Embracing the deluge, Norah stepped into the rain, allowing it to drench her, finding an unexpected sense of

liberation.

With renewed determination, she made her way to the nearest bus stop.

“Mr. Scott, it looks like that’s Miss Wilson,” Phillip said at a red light, spotting a familiar figure sitting on the

roadside, soaked to the bone.

“Let's check it out,” Sean suggested, momentarily setting aside the documents he was reviewing to glance

outside.

The figure of a woman dressed in black stood out even in her disarray. Her attire clung to her form, revealing her

silhouette in the downpour. Water dripped from her chestnut-colored hair, obscuring her face as she hung her

head low.

For sreason, Sean felt a hint of compassion.

Norah, busy looking up the bus schedule to Dreamview Villas on her phone, was suddenly covered by a large

black umbrella.

The umbrella shielded her from both the wind and the rain.

Thinking it was just sguy trying to impress her, Norah glanced up only to find a familiar face.

“Mr. Scott?”

“Scott?” she widened her eyes, somewhat shocked.

Seeing Sean in such an unexpected place caught her off guard. Even more surprising was that he held an

umbrella over her.

Sean, with his long fingers gripping the umbrella handle, stood with an imposing presence. Norah got to her feet,

barely reaching his chest. She stepped back, her back against the bus stop’s billboard.

“What... What a...”

Sean looked at Norah intently and said, “Miss Wilson, in this downpour, wouldn't it be wiser to wait it out rather

than get soaked? Why bother getting wet?”

Norah looked at him and responded, “That seems to be my own business, Mr. Scott.”

The lack of makeup only enhanced her natural beauty, especially evident after the rain had drenched her. Her

effort to keep her distance intrigued Sean even more.

“Miss Wilson, considering your expertise in medicine, shouldn't you know better than to let yourself get

drenched?”

Because of the rain, there were few people at the bus stop. With the raindrops tapping rhythmically, Sean's voice

sounded even smoother.

Norah casually glanced around and noticed a sleek black car parked on the roadside, with Phillip seemingly

behind the wheel. Curiosity sparked, she pondered why, despite having someone in the car to assist, he had

stepped out alone with an umbrella.

She couldn't help but notice the mud stains on his expensive leather shoes.