Love on the Fast Track (Derek and Norah)

Chapter 85:

Joanna narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing the photos intently. Then, she smacked her forehead and blurted out,

“Isn't that Amabel Morris? She's Spencer's older sister, who went overseas to study five years ago. Did she...?”

She paused, noticing the closeness between Amabel and Sean in the photos. “They look adorable together. Who

snapped these shots for you?”

Norah retrieved her phone nonchalantly. “Derek,” she replied casually.

“What? He snapped them and sent these photos to you? That's amusing! Why did he send you these photos?”

Joanna chuckled.

“Well, he and Madeline assumed | was kept by Sean and sent these to...,” Norah trailed off.

“By sending you these photos, they expected to see Sean ditch you soon? | don’t know Sean well, but their

minds are disgusting,” Joanna remarked, making a gagging motion and leaning on Norah's shoulder.

“I recall Amabel. She's our age. She was a top student in college, majoring in finance. After graduation, she

pursued postgraduate studies abroad. | never heard she knew Sean.”

Joanna reminisced, though her thoughts were jumbled. “Yes, | remember there was no interaction between

them.”

Norah had no clue who Amabel was, and the nsounded unfamiliar. She pressed her lips together. “Sean

visited her, and they had dinner alone. They must be acquainted. Perhaps they're closer than we realize.”

“I reckon Sean might be taken by her pretty face,” Joanna mused.

“Men are all visual creatures,” Joanna muttered. “It's true. You said | was attracted by Amabel? How did | not

know about that?”

A cold voice interrupted. Norah froze at Sean’s voice, while Joanna continued in her drunk state.

“Hey, who the hell are you? Did | say something wrong? Men are all about Norah. She’s stunning. That's why

Sean and Kason are so fond of her and treat her so well. I'm telling you.”

Norah hurriedly covered Joanna’s mouth, shooting Sean an awkward smile. “Sean, don’t mind her. She’s drunk.

She didn’t know what she was saying.”

Flanked by four bodyguards, Sean settled across from Norah. “Mind if | join you?”

Before Norah could respond, Joanna abruptly sat upright and called out, “Excuse me, bring the priciest wine over

here!”

Norah held Joanna's shoulder, apologizing. “Sorry for having you witness this scene.”

Joanna's vision was blurry because of the alcohol. She blinked a few times to discern the man in front of her. “Are

you Sean?” she murmured, still dazed. “Sean, do you like Norah? What's happening between you and Amabel?

Norah, don't fall for Sean so easily.”

Sean raised an eyebrow and glanced at Norah. “Norah, is this true?”

Norah played dumb. “What? What are you talking about, Sean? Joanna's intoxicated. You can’t take her words

seriously.”

Sean deduced Norah was sober since she could react to steady Joanna when she sat up abruptly. However, when

Joanna posed those questions, Norah didn’t attempt to silence her.

A waiter placed a glass of wine before Sean, who lifted it, gazing downward, adding to his enigmatic aura.

“Are you acquainted with Amabel?” Sean inquired.

“I don’t know her. Joanna knows her and brought her up,” Norah replied casually. “Sean, do you know her? |

heard you had dinner together.”

Sean lowered his head to sip his drink, exuding a dignified air. “I'm not acquainted with her.”

Norah smirked. If she hadn't seen those photos, she might have believed him.

“Not familiar? But you had dinner together? And seemed to have a pleasant time!” Joanna smiled and quizzed

him. Her thoughts were muddled, and she uttered what cto her mind without considering the consequences

of her words.

Sean raised his gaze to meet Norah's calm demeanor. She was seemingly waiting for his response.

Sean suddenly smiled. “I'm not sure how you got that information. But we didn’t dine together; we merely

chatted for a couple of minutes before | left.”

Joanna murmured, “What's the difference?”

Norah couldn't help but laugh. Joanna was adorable at times.

Sean ceased drinking, catching the smile in Norah's eyes. He sighed. “Miss Andrews, there is a significant

distinction.”

Norah, of course, knew that, but Joanna's words and Sean’s expression made her burst into laughter. She

laughed because probably no one had ever talked to Sean like this before.

After all, he was the head of the Scott family.

When Sean mentioned Amabel, Norah hesitated. “Do you mind my having seen Amabel at dinner?” His

expression darkened as he recalled his previous encounter with her.

“I don’t even know her. Why would | mind?” Norah regarded Sean coldly. “She’s supposed to be a friend of yours,

isn’t she?”

He replied, “Sort of.”

“Then why did you seek my opinion? Your friend doesn’t concern me.”

Sean's grip on the cup tightened. When he glanced up, he noticed Joanna snuggling against Norah's shoulder,

behaving like a child, which irritated him somewhat. Every the saw Joanna, she was always in close

proximity to Norah.

“I see,” Sean cast his eyes downward, appearing dejected. “I thought you were concerned about me.”

“I was, | inquired about her, didn’t I? I'm not acquainted with many people here,” Norah lifted her glass. “Who

you befriend is none of my concern. | don’t have many friends here, but | value them.”

“That was the case, for the tbeing,” Sean replied.

Suddenly, Sean said, “You can be friends with my friends.”

Norah looked up in confusion. “What?”

“I'll elaborate later,” Sean downed the drink in one gulp and placed the glass on the table. “Miss Andrews has

had her fill. It's tto take her home.”

“Now | want more! Let's keep drinking, Norah!” Joanna protested.

Norah glanced at the time. It was still early, but when she met Sean's serious gaze, she told Joanna, “No more

drinks. I'll drive you home.”

The driver was sparing, and after dropping them off, he drove Sean and Norah to Dreamview Villas. The car was

filled with the scent of alcohol and Norah's alluring perfume.