Chapter: 74

Norah glanced around and recognized the place. It was Solo Mio Restaurant where the race organizers hosted a meal for the racers just a few days ago.

Parking her car, Norah entered Solo Mio Restaurant with a casual stride, "I'd like a table, please."

"I'm sorry, miss, but may I see your reservation? We need to record it," the receptionist requested politely.

"Ah, I didn't book ahead. Is it still possible to get a table?"

The thought of making a reservation a month in advance hadn't crossed Norah's mind, given her unplanned visit.

The receptionist responded with a sympathetic smile, “I'm sorry, but we have to stick to our policy. Thank you for understanding."

Without insisting further, Norah turned to leave.

"Norah, did you really come here after me?"

Hearing this, Norah glanced back, noting the immediate shift in Derek's expression from pleasant to stern as he approached her.

Derek approached steadily, fixing his gaze directly on Norah.

Derek flattered himself and got the wrong idea. Despite all Norah's talk about divorce and even threatening him with court summon for the divorce, the moment she found out he was dining at Solo Mio Restaurant, she quietly followed him. What a hypocritical woman.

"Solo Mio Restaurant requires prior booking. It's not a place you can just walk in." Derek approached Norah with a taunt. “You stormed off so confidently this morning, and now you're back my side in a rush. Playing hard to get?"

"Derek, have you so quickly forgotten our conversation this morning?"

Norah stood her ground, arms crossed, and said, “Don't flatter yourself. Bumping into you is hardly my idea of good luck."

Derek clenched his jaw, "You..."

Madeline emerged, unaware of Norah's presence, and said, “Derek, is our bill settled?" She hadn't noticed Norah beside Derek due to her angle of approach.

Upon walking into the hall with her parents, Madeline finally spotted Norah and felt a wave of irritation.

Letting go of her mother's hand, Madeline moved closer to Derek, eyeing Norah with suspicion, and said, "Miss Wilson, did you come here to steal Derek from me? Please..."

Before she could finish, tears began to form in Madeline's eyes.

I understand, Miss Wilson, you still have feelings for Derek, but you two never shared a real connection... Why keep haunting him and resorting to such low actions.

Rhoda approached, and her tone was firm, studying a tearful Madeline and then turning her attention to Norah, saying, “Miss Wilson, Madeline has been quite clear. You and Derek are divorced. Technically, you and Derek are strangers now. Can't you part on good terms?"

Rhoda's opinion of Norah was tainted by Madeline's twisted description as an illegitimate child of the Wilson family. Without prior knowledge of Norah, Rhoda's attitude was dismissively arrogant.

"Madeline and Derek are in love. After the divorce, you should recognize what's appropriate. Is there a need to disrupt their lives by acting as a mistress?" Rhoda was accustomed to asserting herself, and when dealing with someone like Norah, who seemingly lacked a powerful background, her arrogance shone even brighter. "Miss Wilson, let me be blunt. If you act sensibly, all is well. If not, neither the Powell family nor the Carter family will stand idly by."

Rhoda scoffed. Wanting to badger the future son-in-law of the Powell family, Madeline's future husband? Norah needed to check if she agreed first.