?Chapter 944:
A new message had arrived.
His heart raced as he sat up. What would Norah say? Yes or no?
He opened the message, closed his eyes, and then opened them again after a moment.
Nora’s words hit him like a ton of bricks. Married?
His mind went nk. Married?
He clenched his phone tightly. Who had she married? What kind of man would marry her when she couldn’t remember a thing? Pushing his anger down, he replied, “Who is he? Can you tell me?”
Then he discovered he was no longer on her Facebook friend list. He couldn’t send her another message.
Leaning back against the bed, Sean felt like his world was crumbling. He had finally found her, only to receive news that shook him to the core. To make matters worse, she had blocked him. Clearly, she wanted no more contact with him.
His girl, with all her lost memories, had run off with someone else. He wouldn’t stand for it.
Afterposing himself, he knew some things needed to be addressed face to face.
When Susanna and Joanna metter, Susanna wasted no time telling Joanna that Sean had gotten in touch with Norah.
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Joanna eximed, “How’s it going? Have you figured out who’s behind Norah’s rescue?”
Shaking her head, Susanna replied, “I don’t have the details. I’ll ask my brotherter. Oh, here he is!” She waved at Sean. “Hey, Sean,e over here.”
They gathered downstairs in a private room. Phillip went to prepare breakfast, with Duncan following him.
“Sean, how did it go with Norah? Show us the chat log and we’ll help,” Susanna urged.
With a grim expression, Sean ced his phone on the table, disying the chat history.
“She blocked me.”
“What? No way! Are you serious?”
“Really?” The two questioned in disbelief.
Sean held back his frustration. Being blocked had been gnawing at him. Norah had blocked his old ount before, and now the new one. Why was maintaining this rtionship so difficult?
The two girls examined his phone. Sean and Norah hadn’t spoken much, but it was odd that Norah blocked him after his inquiry. Joanna asked, “Are you sure nothing else was said?”
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