Chapter: 372

Norah tried to stay calm, aware that the people after her were ruthless, ready to fire at a moment's notice. The chaos that had unfolded in the cafe was a clear testament to their cruelty. She reminded herself to be patient.

Then, someone paused near the black car and began moving toward the corner.

Norah's grip on her gun tightened as she silently prepared it, hidden from view. With Sean's back to the approaching figure, she realized she had to act quickly to neutralize the threat before she and Sean could attack.

Norah was certain that if she didn't take care of this approaching figure, either she or Sean would end up injured.

As the figure's footsteps got closer, Norah's focus intensified. She kept one arm around Sean, feigning a hug, while aiming the gun in the figure's direction. She understood she had to kill this figure the moment he showed up! And right after dealing with this figure, she needed to make a quick escape with Sean.

The footsteps continued to advance.

With each step closer, the tension in the air thickened.

Out of the blue, someone yelled in the parking lot, "Brock, we've got to move. Let's get out of here!"

The figure, now known as Brock, gave up approaching Norah and Sean and walked away after hesitating briefly.

Norah lowered her hand, noticing only then it was drenched in sweat.

She composed herself and retrieved the gun.

Since Norah's accidental kiss, Sean had been off his game. The sound of approaching footsteps had him strategizing a takedown.

Unexpectedly, Norah embraced him. Thinking she was merely frightened, Sean was momentarily stunned by the hug.

As the footsteps faded, Sean gently pulled Norah close, murmuring, "No need to be afraid."

Sean made a silent promise to protect Norah at all costs.

Sean wrapped his arms around Norah, who nestled her face in the crook of his neck, her lips grazing his collarbone. Suddenly, she sensed a faint taste of blood on her lips and hurriedly drew back.

Looking closely, Norah observed that Sean's white shirt collar was open, exposing a sliver of skin on his collarbone. To her surprise, she spotted a fresh crimson stain. The blood on his collarbone was from her lips. The stark red was jarring against his skin.

Sean glanced down, noticing Norah's flushed face as she fixated on his neck. He spotted the red mark on his collarbone, realizing it was from Norah's lips.

Norah averted her gaze, nibbling on her lips, her silence speaking volumes. In a moment of carelessness, she grazed the wound on her lips, a hint of pain flashing across her expression.

The footsteps in the parking lot slowly disappeared, and the bustling noise on the ground momentarily intensified before quieting down again.

Sean listened attentively for a moment and then loosened his hold on Norah. "It looks like we're clear now."

They had been fortunate. Their hideout remained undiscovered, sparing them to kill anyone.

"We should get going to find Phillip and your friend," Sean said, recalling how Norah had set out resolutely to find her friend, leaving him and Phillip behind.

Sean pondered whether Norah would be as tenacious in defending him.