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    It was evident to Jarrod that Marlin’s motives were not pure. Despite having a girlfriend, why was Marlin engaging in such ambiguous behavior?


    Shrugging off Jarrod’s grasp, Marlin replied curtly, “I need to speak with her. It won’t take long. Please, don’t mind me.”


    Jarrod clenched his teeth in frustration. He had hoped for a rare moment of connection with Norah, yet it slipped through his fingers. Was he doomed to drown in his work forever? He then shook his mind in frustration.


    Norah, taken aback by Marlin’s return, looked at him with a mix of surprise and inquiry. “Is there something else you needed?” Ynde had mentioned it to her previously. Marlin seemed to have no recollection of his kidnapping. She knew it wasn’t a pleasant memory, so she chose not to bring it up around him.


    “Miss Wilson, I must apologize once again for my behavior at the charity event. Dolores and I have parted ways.”


    “I ept your apology. Anything else?”


    His visit, just to offer an apology and to announce his breakup, seemed odd to Norah.


    Marlin was momentarily taken aback by Norah’s frosty demeanor. She hadn’t treated him like this before.


    “I… I suffered a head injury, which blurred some of my memories, leading me to mistake someone else for you. But in truth, you were the one I’ve been searching for.”


    His earnest gaze met hers. “Miss Wilson, you’re the person I owe the biggest thanks to. I hope this misunderstanding hasn’t sown any animosity between us.”


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    “It doesn’t matter,” Norah replied, lifting her gaze to meet his. “We aren’t close enough for you to worry about that.”


    Her words, icy and distancing, clearly signaled her desire to keep him at arm’s length, which stirred a difort within him. Would things have turned out differently had he recognized her sooner and bonded with her earlier?


    “That’s fine. I just wanted to ensure you didn’t harbor any negative feelings toward me. If that’s not the case, then I’m relieved.”


    Lowering his gaze, Marlin muttered, “Miss Wilson, have a good rest,” before hurriedly exiting the ward, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.


    Norah didn’t dwell on his departure. Feeling weak, she struggled against the aftereffects of the knockout drops, which had plunged her into unconsciousness without any lingering sensations upon awakening.


    The fever that gripped her was relentless.


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