Chapter: 59

Sean looked at Norah intently and said, “Miss Wilson, in this downpour, wouldn't it be wiser to wait it out rather than get soaked? Why bother getting wet?"

Norah looked at him and responded, "That seems to be my own business, Mr. Scott."

The lack of makeup only enhanced her natural beauty, especially evident after the rain had drenched her. Her effort to keep her distance intrigued Sean even more.

"Miss Wilson, considering your expertise in medicine, shouldn't you know better than to let yourself get drenched?"

Because of the rain, there were few people at the bus stop.

With the raindrops tapping rhythmically, Sean's voice sounded even smoother.

Norah casually glanced and noticed a sleek black car parked on the roadside, with Phillip seemingly behind the wheel.

Curiosity sparked as she pondered why Sean, despite having someone in the car to assist, stepped out alone with an umbrella. She couldn't help but notice the mud stains on his expensive leather shoes.

Norah raised her gaze, taking a careful look at Sean.

Sean sported a sharp suit, his shirt buttoned to the top and a dark blue tie neatly in place, giving off the vibe of just stepping out from a corporate meeting.

With eyebrows sharp as blades and eyes twinkling like stars, he stood out with his remarkable looks.

Yet, his expression was stern, and his eyes met hers with a chill, clearly not pleased with her observing him. "Miss Wilson?" Sean called again. "Should you wish to discuss something, we can discuss it in the car."

After a moment's pause, Norah, still fixed on Sean's face, nodded in agreement. "Okay." It seemed rude to decline since Sean had offered the ride himself.

There was no bad blood between them. Besides, she was the physician for Rodrigo and Susanna. Once having treated them, Norah planned to distance herself from Sean then. For now, they were simply acquaintances.

As Sean led Norah to the car, she felt ashamed, her clothes clinging to her from the rain. She aimed for the seat next to the driver but was taken aback when Sean held the back door open for her instead.

Given the stormy weather, Norah didn't protest and climbed into the back.

Sean shut the door behind her, and Norah noticed his suit had got wet on one side.

Unlike him, she hadn't caught a single raindrop walking from the bus stop to the vehicle.

Norah mused that Sean seemed kinder than the rumors suggested. Though their paths had crossed a few times, she never witnessed the harsh side of him.

Phillip offered two clean, dry towels.

Norah accepted them, dried off her completely drenched hair, and saw her wet skirt had left marks on the leather seat and mud was everywhere. She was sure she looked a mess.

Trying to be calm, she murmured, “Thank you, Mr. Scott."

“Dry off well. We wouldn't want you catching a cold," Sean said, not even glancing up.

Norah bowed her head to towel dry her hair, contemplating that despite Sean's chilly demeanor, he might not be as difficult to deal with as people said. The fact that he had tilted the umbrella to her side had already improved her opinion of him. Maybe being friends with him wasn't such a bad idea after all.