Chapter 112 Who Am I

Sean glanced over, spotting Susanna in the passenger seat, eyes brimming with tears, lips pursed.

"I'm worried about her. No need for tears. I'll get you home first. Grab some rest."

After dropping Susanna off, Sean and Norah headed to the Dreamview Villas.

"Norah, recall what went down?" Sean asked.

"Yeah." Norah unfolded the tale. "I wasn't wasted. I sprang into action when those bullies targeted Susanna."

A few drinks in, Norah sensed something between Frieda and Bart, so she started playing drunk.

But after a few too many, Norah felt a tad dizzy. Today marked her escape from the Carter

family, and the happiness pushed her to drink more than usual.

Little did she know, her face turned red, and her eyes were dreamy. She appeared intoxicated. Sean also thought so.

"Norah, you're inebriated. Can you manage if I drop you home?"

"Why can't I?" The buzz of alcohol was somewhat addictive. Norah squinted, her tone charming. "If I can't handle myself, will you be there to help?"

"I will. When Sean's deep voice cut through the quiet car, Norah's heart softened.

Maybe it was the alcohol, prompting Norah to ask the question she posed over the phone today, "Sean, do you like me?"

"Yes, I do."

Hearing him reply without hesitation. Norah grew more perplexed. She asked herself silently, "Why would Sean like me? How could the head of the wealthiest and most influential family in Glophia be drawn to a divorced woman like me? Even if I was the Supernatural Doctor, so what? Why would Sean choose me over those more fitting?"

"Why?" Norah couldn't resist asking.

Sean gripped the wheel firmly. "Norah, you've had a few too many."

"I'm not drunk. I'm clear-headed. Norah unbuckled her seat belt, holding onto the driver's seat. "Why?"

Her tipsy words and sweet breath caressed Sean's ears. His ears, sensitive as ever, blushed.

"Sean, why me?"

Her gentle breath, sweet and warm, swept across Sean's ear, setting his heart racing. Did he like Norah? He believed he did.

"Norah, let's get you home first, alright? I'm behind the wheel. He clutched the steering wheel

tighter, fighting the urge to turn and gaze at the woman beside him. Her words had a

mesmerizing effect, stirring something deep within him.

The car fell into silence. Glancing in the rearview mirror, he saw Norah slumped against the seat, her red-rimmed eyes closed in sleep, lips parted slightly. Her steady breaths filled the car.

She was so cute. That was the first thought that crossed his mind. Seeing her asleep like that, he felt a strong urge to hold her close, to protect her.

But he shook his head, dismissing the absurd idea. Norah was clearly intoxicated tonight. Thankfully, nothing untoward had happened.

"Norah, wake up. You're home." Opening the back door, Sean gently shook her shoulder.

With a groan, Norah stirred but didn't open her eyes. "Feeling dizzy..."

Her voice was soft, softening his heart.

"Want me to carry you?"

"Yes. Norah stretched out her arms, a silent plea for him to scoop her up in his embrace.

Sean obliged, bending down and lifting Norah with his sturdy arms. She nestled into his chest,

feeling like she was wrapped in the warmth of kinship.

"Could you open the door?"

Sean, uncertain of Norah's bedroom's whereabouts, settled her onto the sofa in the living room,

helping her straighten her tousled hair. Norah, still half-asleep, squinted but remained unroused.

Given the sweltering summer heat, Sean reckoned it wasn't risky for Norah to slumber in the living quarters to avoid catching a chill.

After a moment's pondering, Sean made a trip to the bathroom, fetching a damp cloth to tenderly dab at Norah's face.

His embarrassment grew as he realized Norah hadn't yet removed her makeup, now smeared

by his ministrations with the wet cloth in hand.

Sean's hand halted in midair as he observed the scene, unsure of how to proceed in removing her cosmetics.

"Norah, wake up, tidy yourself, and head upstairs for some sleep, he suggested, attempting to rouse her.

However, his attempts proved futile. With little knowledge of women's cosmetics, Sean found himself at a loss as to how to clean Norah's face.

Norah, stirring impatiently, cracked open her eyes, their depths clouded with the remnants of inebriation. "Am I dreaming?" she muttered groggily. "Why am I dreaming again?”

As Sean pondered her use of "again," he suddenly felt a pair of arms encircle his neck.

Turning his head, he beheld Norah's striking countenance, unadorned by makeup and inherently captivating.

Struggling to maintain distance, Sean grasped her shoulders, gently pushing her back. "Norah, listen..."

"Are we playing hard to get today? I'm game!" Norah interjected with a mischievous grin. "Let's

indulge a little!" "No..." Sean's protestations were cut short by Norah's lips meeting his, igniting an unexpectedly

Intimate atmosphere.

"Mm..." Norah hummed softly, her breath warm against his skin as she tightened her embrace.

Unable to resist, Sean succumbed to her fervent kiss, the air thick with desire.

She tried to push in her lips and use her gentle tongue to open his mouth.

It was like daytime in the villa. The beautiful woman with enticing eyes and the distant man with constrained dignity clung to each other.

Sean, grappling with his restraint, managed to utter, "Norah, do you know who I am?"

Norah's response was a sultry whisper. "You, Sean."

His heart skipped a beat as he heard her seductive and endearing woman's voice quivering.

Enthralled, Sean pulled her close, sealing their connection with a fervent kiss. "Norah, you're mine!" he declared, his voice laced with possessiveness.

As night enveloped them, passion consumed the air, their bodies melding in a symphony of desire.

Their discarded clothes littered the floor from the living room to the bedroom, a testament to their fervent entanglement.

On the spacious bed, Sean held Norah by the waist, and his dark eyes were full of lust.

A hint of amazement flickered over his face as he entered her body, and then he descended into unbounded bliss.

Norah had a gorgeous face that was endearing and captivating. She wrapped her hands around his neck, and her drunken thoughts were filled only with happiness.

She repeatedly licked and kissed his Adam's apple, making Sean shake.

His large body enveloped Norah's small frame. She let out a little grunt.

The sex in the room had just ended as the sun rose in the east.