Chapter: 393

With every passing moment squandered, the young man edged closer to the precipice of death.

His sister, spurred by urgency and fear of delay, flung herself over to administer CPR to the young man.

Following CPR, Norah swiftly interlocked her hands and started chest compressions, counting each beat aloud. After thirty chest compressions, Norah's voice pierced the tense air. "Come over. Do it again."

The woman brushed away her tears, displaying unwavering obedience.

Whatever Norah requested, she complied without hesitation.

In a rhythmic cycle of breaths and compressions, Norah persisted through five cycles, her determination unwavering.

Throughout the process, Sean stood by in silent observation, bearing witness to Norah's tireless efforts.

Norah, her gaze downcast and demeanor serene, continued to administer rapid compressions with remarkable endurance, seemingly impervious to fatigue. She repeated the process tirelessly, all the while awaiting the arrival of the ambulance.

Though Norah may project an air of aloofness, she had always been inherently kind-hearted. Sean often caught glimpses of her tender heart in the subtle gestures of compassion she displayed.

With each revelation of Norah's character, Sean found his heart increasingly stirred, drawn deeper into admiration with every intricate detail he discovered.

Upon the ambulance's arrival, the young man was swiftly whisked away, and with the medical staff attending to him, he was deemed out of danger.

The young man's sister, her voice quivering with emotion, bowed repeatedly to Norah, expressing her gratitude, “Thank you. Thank you so much..."

As the ambulance departed, a wave of applause erupted from the crowd, steadily growing louder and more enthusiastic. Faces beamed with admiration as they hailed Norah for her heroic deed in saving a life.

Meanwhile, the rescuer stood at the edge of the gathering, gazing at the beautiful Norah with a sense of awe. She exuded a captivating beauty, with penetrating eyes and a demeanor that seemed aloof yet alluring. Her voluminous, wavy hair danced in the breeze, evoking the image of a fairy.

Norah grabbed Sean's hand, leading him away from the crowd until they stood together in a quiet corner of Sun Park.

“Well, they certainly were enthusiastic," Norah remarked, her eyes meeting Sean's as laughter bubbled up unexpectedly.

Her lips curved into a smile, and her eyes sparkled with joy, radiating warmth like bright pearls gleaming in the sunlight.

Sean tenderly smoothed her disheveled hair, a result of their hurried actions. "You're amazing," he whispered.

His long fingers traced a delicate path from behind her ear to the curve of her cheek, the touch imbued with a subtle ambiguity as they grazed her jawline with gentle tenderness.

"Norah, did you come up with an answer to yesterday's question?" Sean asked.

Sean's gaze bore into Norah's, a hint of nervousness flickering in his eyes despite his knowledge of the anticipated response. He awaited her answer anxiously, fearing uncertainty until he heard it directly from her lips.

Norah's hand clenched into a fist, landing a playful punch on his shoulder. "I hadn't given an answer and yet you kissed me yesterday," she retorted.

Sean caught her hand, his larger one enveloping hers with a comforting grasp, the touch of his calloused palms reassuring.

With a soft chuckle, he replied, "I mentioned it was a token of my interest. Anyway, I didn't pressure you into visiting Flame Club for other men's company."