Chapter: 54

Norah removed her mask and chose a seat as far from Sean as possible.

“Why rush Susanna off? Having a meal together at home could have been nice for you both, couldn't it?"

Sean cast a look her way and responded, "Supernatural Doctor, inviting you over meant I intended to host you well. Susanna and I have plenty of opportunities to dine together, but sharing a meal with you is rare."

Norah dove into her meal without hesitation when she saw the delicious spread.

"Miss Wilson, you're worn out from tending to patients. I didn't prepare any wine, just watermelon juice. Hope that suits you fine,"

Sean mentioned.

Norah recalled having two glasses of cedar wine at the Hayes family the previous day. Despite its low alcohol content, she recognized it wasn't wise to drink and drive.

She reached for the watermelon juice, took a sip, and reassured, “This is perfectly fine by me."

Norah refrained from expressing dissatisfaction with the watermelon juice Sean had thoughtfully provided.

Tasting the food, Norah silently praised Molly's culinary talent. The home-cooked meals were delicious, though she considered them slightly less exceptional than her cooking efforts.

"Miss Wilson, is there something about me that bothers you?" Sean asked, studying Norah closely. "You seemed different when you found out I was Nocturne."

Sean reminisced how Norah had eagerly invited him to join her for a race. "When might you be available for another race, Miss Wilson?"

Sean broached the topic again.

Norah had enjoyed racing against Nocturne, valuing the challenge of competing with an evenly-matched opponent. Yet, learning Sean was Nocturne made her cautious.

She smiled and said, "Mr. Scott, you must be joking. I have no issues with you. My attitude toward you hasn't changed. Regarding racing, my schedule has been packed, so I doubt I'll find time soon."

She offered a shrug, conveying a sense of resignation.

Norah's response made sense and Sean couldn't find anything to retort.

Sean found himself at a loss for words and averted his gaze. It appeared Norah had quite a few misconceptions about him, given her indifferent attitude.

"If you're up for a race, just say when. I'll be ready," replied Sean.

Holding a glass of wine, Sean added, “I only hope you'll make it by then."

Nora smiled and lifted her glass of watermelon juice in response. “Of course."

As she sipped her watermelon juice, she noted the roughness of Sean's hands, filled with calluses. Wasn't Sean supposed to be the wealthy Scott family's heir? Being born into Glophia's most influential family, one would expect Sean to lead a life of luxury. Yet, his hands told a story of hard labor.

Norah's knowledge of Glophia was limited. She had returned only a few years ago to marry Derek, learning about the Scott family through stories Derek shared upon awakening. She understood Sean's prowess in business. Not only did Derek speak highly of Sean, but Bryson did, too.

Norah could tell those calluses were from Sean's frequent handling of firearms. She lowered her head and continued to eat.