Chapter: 183

Norah waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, don't bother. I was just making conversation."

"So, what do you say about accompanying me to the auction?"

Norah turned her head, wanting to decline, but catching sight of Sean's earnest expression, she held back her rejection. “It would be my pleasure."

Unknown to Norah, Sean, despite having attended many social and business events, had never had a companion before.

A faint smile graced Sean's lips as he pulled out a cigarette, offering it to Norah. “Care for one?"

Norah declined with a shake of her head. Although she drank, she disliked the smell of cigarettes.

With slender fingers, Sean flicked the lighter, igniting the cigarette. Inhaling deeply, he blew out a smoke ring, the white haze enveloping his sharp jawline and framing his exquisite features. The wristwatch on his cigarette-holding hand emitted a subtle glow, adding to his mature masculine aura.

Sean lowered the car window, allowing some of the smoke to dissipate.

Norah found herself captivated by Sean's alluring smoking habit. The lingering scent of smoke tickled her nose, stirring emotions within her for quite some time.

The following day, Norah tended to patients at the Hayes and Scott households. In the afternoon, she arranged to go shopping at the Splendor Building with Joanna, intending to pick out an outfit for the upcoming auction.

"I heard about the Scott family's auction. My family got an invitation. Did Mr. Scott really ask you to be his companion? What does that mean?" Joanna said.

Joanna beamed as she linked arms with Norah. She had completely forgotten what had happened in her drunk state, failing to recall her outspoken words about Sean.

"Maybe it's because we've been spending more time together lately."

"Nah, I don't think so." Joanna shook her head. "You don't understand. Mr. Scott has never had anyone by his side at such events. You're the first."

Norah was momentarily taken aback. She was the first?

"I'm not sure what's going on with that Amabel from the Morris family. But since Mr. Scott has picked you as his companion, Amabel probably isn't relevant." Joanna analyzed it confidently. "Did you go back with Mr. Scott yesterday? Did you inquire about his relationship with Amabel?"

Norah replied nonchalantly, "Just friends."

“Seriously, just friendship? There are many types of friendships, including romantic relationships, which also fall under this category,"

Joanna mocked bluntly. "If he truly wanted to clarify the relationship between him and Amabel, he would have been completely transparent about it."

“I don't care," Norah's tone was cold. "Besides agreeing to accompany him to the auction, I have no other feelings for him. His personal matters are of no concern to me."

At the reception area, a professionally dressed woman, with her stray hair neatly tucked behind her ear, asked, “Excuse me, is the CEO's secretary position available? I'm here for an interview."

In her twenties, the woman possessed a clear, delicate face, refined features, and a tall stature, emanating a confident air.

The receptionist nodded. "Yes, please provide your resume, and I'll pass it on to HR. Kindly await their response."

The woman retrieved her resume from her bag and stated calmly, "I would like to be interviewed today."