Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 529

Chapter 529:

Subconsciously, Norah closed her eyes.

His tongue danced against hers, playful and probing, coaxing her to relax.

A soft moan escaped her as she gently pushed against his shoulder.

“Stop,” she gasped, her tone soft yet tinged with a hint of reluctance.

Sean straightened up, his eyes opening to meet those of the woman held close in his arms.

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Her cheeks were flushed a vibrant red, resembling a blooming rose, her gaze slightly unfocused.

With a light chuckle, Sean teased, “You know, Norah, I've heard that women often say what they don’t mean. You

want to keep this going, right?”

Before Norah could respond, Sean's lips met hers once more in a gentle, tender kiss.

Suddenly, words failed her. Though she had always thought the saying was a bit cliché, coming from Sean, it

somehow rang true.

Embracing him, she tightened her hold around his neck, deepening their kiss.

Meanwhile, squatting at the bottom of the stairs, Susanna covered her mouth tightly, eyes wide as she watched

the couple below share a passionate embrace.

She hadn’t planned on witnessing this intimate moment. Awakened by thirst, she had stumbled downstairs in

search of water, only to find Norah and Sean entwined on the living room sofa.

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It wasn’t her intention to spy. They were the ones in the open after all. So, she simply sat and watched.

As she observed, she couldn't help but think how Sean's handsfeatures paired with Norah's beauty

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perfectly embodied the quintessential scene of a powerful business tycoon and his stunning girlfriend from TV

shows.

Realizing that Sean and Norah seemed truly content together brought a sense of peace to her heart.

Outside the interrogation room at the police station, several policemen stood, eyeing their prisoner.

“Confess what the Inferno Alliance members did at the Glamour Club,” one officer demanded.

Across the table, a bald man, with bandaged legs and wrists, looked pale and weak. He was supposed to be

recovering in the hospital, but Kason had insisted on the interrogation.

After all, his wounds didn’t stop him from talking. But despite the probing questions, the bald man remained

unresponsive, staring vacantly at the wall. His silence frustrated the officers, who were growing impatient.