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    Norah swiftly prepared three dishes and a soup, inviting Sean to join her for dinner. On a previous asion, Norah had the chance to savor Sean’s cooking when she visited the Scott family’s residence after catching a cold. Today, she reciprocated the gesture by inviting Sean to taste her own culinary creations as a token of appreciation.


    Assuming Sean had already dined with a lovely woman at a restaurant, Norah felt that leaving him satiated and full shouldn’t be a problem. The aroma of the dishes wafted through the air. Sean breathed it in deeply and then dug into the meal with his fork.


    Heplimented her, “This is delightful.”


    Despite the simplicity, the home-cooked dishes Norah had prepared were incredibly vorful. Norah grinned, encouragingly saying, “Feel free to have more if you enjoy it.”


    Norah had a fondness for coriander, but this time she omitted it from the dishes, making them slightly less vorful to her taste. Observing Sean continue to consume the food, Norah couldn’t suppress her surprise. Hadn’t he already eaten dinner? How could he have such a hearty appetite?


    Sean finished the meal, wiping his mouth with a tissue. He expressed his gratitude, “Thank you for your hospitality, Miss Wilson. The food is exceptionally delicious, far surpassing my own culinary skills.”


    “Your culinary skills, Mr. Scott, are impressive. I thoroughly enjoyed the meal,” Norahplimented him. She continued eating, mentioning that she tended to eat at a leisurely pace.


    “Mr. Scott, feel free to leave if you have othermitments.”


    Sean finished his meal while Norah continued eating at a slower pace. He assured her, “No worries. I don’t have any pressing matters. I can wait for you to finish, Miss Wilson.”


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    Sean rolled up his sleeves, exposing his muscr arms. “I ran into Mr. Hayes at the door. He referred to you as Norah. Are you two acquainted?”


    Despite his tone, Norah interpreted his inquiry as mere curiosity and continued eating. “We’re friends. I believe addressing each other by our first names is more appropriate. Is there an issue with that?”


    Sean had a sudden thought and promptly asked, “Miss Wilson, considering friendship and shared experiences, can we adopt a more casual form of address?” Norah tilted her head and responded hastily, “Of course.” Immediately, she regretted her response.


    The idea of addressing him as Sean felt unfamiliar and strange afterst night’s incident. Before she could retract her agreement, she heard him address her. “Norah.” Blushing, Norah lowered her head and muttered, “I’m not ustomed to it yet.”


    It sounded intimate. After all, they hadn’t addressed each other by their first names before. ncing at Sean, Norah noticed a smile on his face as he gazed back at her. His words left Norah speechless: “I believe we have a closer rtionship now than you and Mr. Hayes.”


    How had their rtionship be so close without her realizing it?


    “I suppose so,” Norah said, but Susanna would likely misinterpret the situation if she found out. Norah added, “But I’m still not ustomed to it.”


    Sean asserted confidently, “You’ll get used to it.” He added, “And feel free to call me Sean.”


    Norah bowed her head, murmuring softly, “Alright, then.” She couldn’t understand why he had suddenly brought up the topic. After all, they weren’t that close. Were they?


    Sean smiled, satisfied with the oue.


    Suddenly, Norah remembered that Sean had a date with that beautiful woman before their dinner. Her racing heart gradually calmed down. Norah averted her gaze and asked, “I identally saw someone inviting you out to dinner. Did you ept the invitation?”


    Sean’s smile faltered. A hint of impatience flickered in his eyes. “She is not important.”


    If she wasn’t important, why had he agreed to dinner with that woman? Norah doubted his statement.


    “Really?” Norah gently inquired. “So you didn’t dine with her?”


    Sean patiently rified, “I was about to cook for myself when you texted me.”


    “I understand,” Norah responded, contemting the professional appearance of that beautiful woman. Her demeanor turned chilly as she hastily finished her meal.


    “I’m finished. Sean, you’re free to go now.”


    “No hurry. Phillip hasn’t returned yet. I’ll stay a bit longer.” Standing up, Sean rolled up his sleeves and cleared the table of bowls and tes. “I can wash the dishes.”


    “I’ve got time,” Sean said as he moved to get up.


    Norah reached out to stop him. “Sean, you’re my guest. I can’t allow you to do the dishes. I’ll handle it.”


    Sean persisted, bypassing Norah and heading to the kitchen. “Norah, it’s no trouble. It’s just washing.”


    The tall man in a suit stood by the kitchen sink, meticulously washing the dishes. His attire contrasted sharply with the kitchen, yet Norah’s heart raced at the sight. Despite Sean’s wealth and refined appearance, here he was, washing dishes in her kitchen.


    “Should I store them in the cupboard?” His deep, raspy voice broke her reverie.


    “Yes,” Norah replied, still processing the unexpected sight.


    Sean wiped the water spots from the dishes with a fresh cloth, his expression serious. For a moment, Norah’s thoughts drifted to Derek, the indifferent man who seldom did chores and frequently criticized her. Those memories now felt distant, as if from another lifetime.


    Sean also tidied up the table, his movements smooth and deliberate. As he left the kitchen, Norah noticed oil stains on his gray suit.


    Pointing at his chest, she remarked, “You have oil stains on your suit.”


    If Norah wasn’t mistaken, Sean’s suits were all tailored, extremely expensive, and the cleaning costs would be considerable.


    Sean nced down at the stains and replied nonchntly, “It’s no problem. I’ll take it off and wash it.”


    Norah reclined on the sofa, cradling a pillow. Meanwhile, Sean settled on the opposite end of the couch.


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