Chapter: 97

Sean dropped Joanna off at the Andrews Villa before heading to Dreamview Villas.

The car grew silent without Joanna's presence.

After a brief pause, Norah asked, "Mr. Scott, what brought you to the Glamour Club?"

It dawned on Norah that their paths had crossed right at the Glamour Club's entrance, indicating Sean hadn't even stepped inside the club before he decided to drive her and Joanna home.

A fleeting look of surprise crossed Sean's face, yet he maintained his composure. "I intended to grab a drink at the Glamour Club but ended up running into you instead."

“and do you still plan on getting that drink?"

“Drinks can wait. It's not every day I bump into you, Sean said, gazing out the window, seemingly indifferent. Sitting in the back seat, Norah asked, "Mr. Scott, is there something you want to discuss with me?"

Norah had pieced together that Sean's encounter with her was no coincidence.

Phillip, who was at the wheel, almost choked upon hearing this. He couldn't grasp what was going through Norah's mind. He believed Sean had made his intentions quite clear.

Seeing the puzzled look on Norah's face, Sean couldn't help but smile.

“Yes, there is something.”

"Mr. Scott, if you need to talk, you could have Mr. Dixon send me a message. You didn't have to come in person." Norah fiddled with her fingers, thinking it best to keep her distance from Sean.

"It's alright." Sean's eyes dropped, and his eyelashes cast soft shadows over his striking features. "Norah, I've mentioned before. You can always turn to me if you need anything."

After a pause, Sean asked, “Do you need my assistance regarding Derek's unwillingness to divorce?"

The car was dimly lit in the late evening, with the light from street lamps casting moving shadows inside. Norah sensed Sean's earnest look. "There's no need for that, Mr. Scott. It's not a major issue," Norah calmly responded.

"You're always this formal, Norah." Sean's voice was deep, and Norah felt his voice carry an electric current, making her shiver slightly at his voice. "I feel like I'm begging to help you."

Norah did feel that way.

“Mr. Scott, you're making light of it. I do not enjoy imposing on others or being in someone's debt. If I were indebted to you, I'd feel it hard to repay." Norah said frankly, "Mr. Scott, perhaps you don't understand. But I don't usually seek help from others. I prefer to handle things on my own and avoid bothering people."

Due to her past experiences when she was young, Norah was wary of accumulating debts she couldn't repay. Take Derek's once life-saving favor as an instance. She had devoted two whole years to taking care of Derek who was in a coma after the car incident. With Derek back to his feet safe and sound, Norah finally felt she had settled that debt.

Sean hadn't realized this was her concern. He suddenly grasped why she was so hesitant to accept his assistance.

“But these are minor issues. You wouldn't need to repay me and won't owe me anything." Sean locked eyes with Norah and challenged, "Do you keep track of how many times Joanna has driven you home or tally up the expenses she's incurred on your behalf?"

“The situation with Joanna is different." Norah countered, "Joanna is my friend."

“I was under the impression that I was your friend too."

Norah recalled the last occasion when Sean had offered her a lift and his timely assistance when she was drenched in the rain at the bus stop. At that time, she thought it would be lovely if she and Sean could be friends. Given their recent interactions, she acknowledged that they could be considered friends.