?Chapter 305:


    The Passport Is Ready


    Norah dragged herself back to the hotel, utterly drained. The day had stretched on endlessly, and with no time for dinner, her stomach rumbled with hunger.


    As she pushed open the door and spotted the man seated on the sofa, a wave of warmth washed over her. It was a feeling she had grown to cherishing home to someone waiting for her.


    At that moment, Norah realized the significance of having someone eagerly anticipate her return, and it filled her with an unexpected sense of contentment. Waiting was a notion often taken for granted by people, and it now held newfound meaning for Norah.


    “Darling, I’m home!” Norah eximed, unable to contain her joy as she rushed into Sean’s arms, finding sce in his embrace. The security he provided enveloped her like a warm nket, prompting a blissful smile to grace her lips.


    “Will you always be here for me?” she murmured, her hands clutching tightly to his back as if to soak every inch of him in.


    Sean gently patted her back, his voice soothing. “The dinner has been reheated a few times. Go and eat first.”


    Norah had informed Sean of her dyed return, urging him to eat without her. As Norah suspected, Sean had already finished his meal and patiently awaited her arrival.


    Though waiting was seldom pleasant, the sight of Norah’s arrival erased any lingering difort, leaving only warmth and affection in its wake.


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    “Alright,” Norah held him close before heading to the dining table, eager to share the events of her day. “Everyone at the research institute knows I’m the Supernatural Doctor. It must have been the director who spilled the beans to Sheri.”


    Preferring to keep a low profile, Norah dreaded the idea of her alter ego bingmon knowledge, fearing it could disrupt both her personal and professional life.


    “Sheri revealed that I’m the Supernatural Doctor in front of everyone, hoping to embarrass me, but her efforts were in vain. She just couldn’t ept me being the celebrated figure and wanted to make things difficult for me.”


    Sean, seasoned in the ways of the world, easily discerned Sheri’s ill intentions. “Her apology seemed superficial, exploiting the researcher’s injury to cause you trouble. But when you seeded in healing the researcher, her scheme fell through. Still, there’s a chance she’ll try again when you return to the institute tomorrow.”


    Norah nodded, having thought about the possible development just like Sean had suggested. “It doesn’t matter. I’m not tied to the institute. She can try all she wants.”


    Norah’s gaze fell, her voice tinged with resignation. “I’ll just treat her like a clown entertaining me.”


    Norah found joy in watching clowns perform. To her, it offered a spectacle without any personal investment.


    Knowing Norah’s independent nature, Sean simply nodded, understanding she shared these thoughts merely for camaraderie.


    “Didn’t you mention helping Alice with her passport today? I had Phillip handle it. Here are the processed visa and passport.” Sean gestured toward the document bag on the table, his tone nonchnt.


    Normally, obtaining a passport would take at least a month. Alicecked connections in Ond, so receiving one in half a day could mean only one thing. Sean had connections!


    Setting down her cutlery, Norah’s curious gaze settled on Sean. Dressed sharply in a light gray suit, his features chiseled and refined, Sean exuded an aura of sophistication.


    “I had intended to personally handle Alice’s passport. Your efficiency surprises me, darling!” Norah praised.


    Having mentioned it just that morning, Alice’s passport was ready by evening. Originally nning to expedite the passport process herself, Norah hadn’t anticipated such swift results.


    Norah’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. “I don’t believe I’ve ever asked. What does yourpany do in Ond, darling? Care to enlighten me?”


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