Chapter: 58
“Are you planning to show up at all? Will you come or not?"
Despite sending these messages, Norah didn't receive any response.
Feeling her patience wearing thin, Norah couldn't fathom how the situation had deteriorated to this point.
Derek was the one who had proposed the divorce, yet now he was the one avoiding finalizing it.
Resolved to take matters into her own hands, Norah decided to pursue the legal route if he continued to stall. She wondered if Derek underestimated her resolve.
Tucking her phone away, she made her way outside.
As she stepped out, it started pouring rain.
The timing couldn't have been worse. To keep the divorce proceedings on track, she refrained from driving today. After all, Derek's opinion of her car could cause unnecessary delays.
She figured the procedure wouldn't drag on too long. She paid no mind to the gloomy weather as she headed out.
Unbeknownst to her, she would end up waiting in vain and getting caught in the sudden downpour. What a stroke of misfortune!
Opening her contacts list, Norah briefly considered calling Joanna but decided against it, remembering Joanna had an important tutorial and not wanting to disturb her over something so minor.
The rain cascaded down in gleaming strands, the droplets merging with the urban clamor into a symphony of rainfall.
Under normal circumstances, Norah might have found solace in the rain, but Derek's evasion had sparked a loud rage within her. As she watched the relentless downpour, an impulsive thought struck her.
Embracing the deluge, Norah stepped into the rain, allowing it to drench her through, finding an unexpected sense of liberation. With renewed determination, she made her way to the nearest bus stop.
"Mr. Scott, it looks like that's Miss Wilson." At a red light, Phillip spotted a familiar figure sitting on the roadside, soaked to the bone.
"Let's check it out," Sean suggested, momentarily setting aside the documents he was reviewing to glance outside.
The figure of a woman dressed in black stood out even in her disarray, her attire clinging to her form, revealing her silhouette in the downpour.
Water dripped from her chestnut-colored hair, obscuring her face as she hung her head low.
For some reason, Sean felt a hint of compassion.
Norah, busy looking up the bus schedule to Dreamview Villas on her phone, was suddenly covered by a large black umbrella.
The umbrella protected her from both the wind and the rain.
Thinking it was just some guy trying to impress her, Norah glanced up only to find a familiar face. “Mr. Scott?" She widened her eyes, somewhat shocked. Seeing Sean in such an unexpected place caught her off guard. Even more surprising was that he held an umbrella over her.
Sean, with his long fingers gripping the umbrella handle, stood with an imposing presence. Norah got to her feet, barely reaching his chest.
She stepped back, her back against the bus stop's billboard. "What... What a coincidence!"