Chapter: 202

Norah wanted to tell him that she didn't need him to take care of her, but she held her tongue. He had, after all, saved her. Such a statement would sound ungrateful.

"You don't have servants at home, so my staying here would only trouble you," Norah said.

“Trouble or not, you'll do as I say. I advise you to forget about going home," Sean said with a mischievous smile. Something about Norah lying alone in bed in pain made him uncomfortable. With him taking care of her, why bother going back?

"I'll call Joanna over," Norah said in a moment of genius. She called Joanna, but the call went unanswered. It seemed Joanna was away from her phone again at the training base.

"It's settled then. You'll be staying here. Let me know if you need anything." Sean grinned.

Norah didn't think the knife wound on her back was that bad. The reason for her taking leave was her wound would affect the surgery.

There could be no errors during the operation.

Sean stood up, saying, "I have some work to do. Get some rest."

He then left the room after he had tidied up, leaving Norah alone.

Norah gazed at the ceiling, her thoughts wandering. How did she end up in this situation? Sean's intention was for her to stay in the room and be taken care of until the wound on her back was properly healed. This seemed to be going too far for a simple friendship.

A gentle breeze blew in through the open window.

Norah, knowing how to adapt, decided that it was better to accept what was going on. She had checked the knife wound in the mirror. It was about the size of her palm. After two days of consistently applying medicine to it, the wound had scabbed over, and any sudden movement might reopen it.

Having been at Sean's place for two days, Norah knew true Luxury.

She had everything she wanted at her fingertips and didn't have to stand up unless she needed to use the bathroom or take a shower.

Sean assisted her with everything else.

It was Saturday morning, and Norah and Sean were having breakfast at the dining table in the living room.

Norah stared at Sean as he took every bite with apparent pleasure.

Although they were having the same meal, one would think he was at a sophisticated buffet with the way he ate.

Swallowing the bite of bread she had in her mouth, Norah said, “If I remember correctly, today is the day for the auction. Why aren't you preparing yet?"

Slightly downcast, she added, "I might not be able to attend the auction with you." She was quite uncomfortable with having to break a commitment she had made.

"I had assumed you've recovered enough to be able to attend the auction," Sean said, staring at her. In other words, he was saying she would be accompanying him to the auction.

“You're right. I think I have recovered enough," Norah said, slightly surprised. Her wounds had healed enough, and she was ready to resume her normal life. She had planned to leave Sean's place today and return to work at the Silver Boulder Private Hospital tomorrow.

"Since that's settled, finish up your breakfast. The styling team will be coming here later," Sean said.

Half an hour later, the styling team arrived and styled both of them.