?Chapter 199:
Bryson stepped out of Joanna’s ward and settled onto a bench outside. His gaze was fixed on the overhead light, his mind elsewhere.
He had been waiting for Norah and Derek to divorce. He had thought that Norah certainly wouldn’t want to jump into another rtionship so soon after her divorce. Bryson had hoped that through their gradual interactions, they might eventually find their way to each other.
Norah’s beauty andpetence were undeniable. How could he not be drawn to her?
Whenever Joanna went out with Norah, Bryson would discreetly ask about their conversations and activities, quietly keeping track of Norah. As time passed, the men surrounding Norah seemed to outshine Bryson, leaving him feeling overshadowed.
Bryson could still remember the first time he had met Norah. At the time, he was worn down by the crisis looming over hispany’s potential bankruptcy. She, on the other hand, appeared before him like a radiant goddess, illuminating his world with her brightness. “Do you want to save yourpany?” That was the first sentence Norah said to him, and that simple question from her was deeply etched in his memory.
Everything Norah did for him felt like a lifeline to his life’s work, and he viewed her through that lens. Regardless of her status, whether wealthy or in need, he vowed to treat her the same. Sadly for him, he never got the chance.
With a self-deprecating smile, Bryson bitterly epted the fact that he was nothing more than Norah’s friend’s brother, and there was nothing he could do to bridge that gap. Nheless, he promised himself that if an opportunity arose where he could fulfill his vow, he would do so without hesitation.
In the ward, only Joanna and Duncan remained.
Suddenly, Joanna felt flustered by some embarrassing thoughts. Her cheeks flushed red. She lowered her head to eat her fruit, avoiding eye contact with Duncan. An awkward silence settled between them.
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“Joanna, your friend has found her happiness. I’m curious when I’ll get to hear your good news,” Duncan broke the silence.
Joanna, gravely injured and confined to the hospital for a long time, knew it would be a while before she could be discharged—at least until her wounds were mostly healed.
“It’s too early to think about that yet,” Joanna retorted with a chuckle.
“Unless I meet someone as remarkable as Sean, why bother pursuing a rtionship? Isn’t that just asking for trouble? Embracing my own happiness is more than enough.”
Being the third wheel alongside Norah and Sean didn’t sound that bad.
Duncan’s eyes betrayed a hint of mncholy. “You’re still young. No need to rush into thinking about it. Just be with those who truly care for you.”
“Anyway, I have some things to attend to, so I’ll take my leave.”
Without waiting for Joanna’s response, he left the room and happened to bump into Bryson, who was seated outside.
“Mr. Andrews, still waiting?” Duncan asked.
“Ah, just replying to a message,” Bryson replied with a polite smile. “Mr. Garcia, are you heading back to base? See you around.”
“Goodbye.”
Joanna felt a twinge of confusion. Where had Duncan heard those lines? It felt like she’d heard them countless times before.
Meanwhile, Norah had just finished a call with Susanna when another call came through. She pressed the Bluetooth headset to her ear, her other hand resting on the steering wheel. “What’s up?”
“Oh! Finally! Norah, well done! I saw Susanna’s social media post. Oh my! Really shocked! Weren’t you on a mission in Ond? How did you end up in a car race and being together with Mr. Scott?”
Joanna’s voice exploded in Norah’s ear, prompting her to quickly adjust the volume on her earpiece. “I’ll fill you in when Ie back. By the way, I haven’t called you in the past few days. How’s your recovery going?”
“It’s going well.”
“Norah, when will you be back? I can’t wait to hear all the details!”
Norah facepalmed in exasperation.
Joanna had gotten her injuries while trying to uncover some juicy gossip.
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