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Norah’s heart skipped a beat as she hesitated, her lips pressed into a thin line. After a
moment, she nodded
and, clutching a pineapple bun, made her way upstairs.
Reaching the top, she called out before entering, “Mr. Flemmings?” but no reply came
from within.
The living room was empty, so Norah headed towards his bedroom. The door was ajar, and
despite her
knocking, there was still no response.
She gently pushed the door open, and it swung wide to reveal an empty room.
On the bed lay a few pieces of clothing and a backpack, ready for travel. Norah paused,
confusion etching her
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtfeatures. Was he leaving?
She stepped inside, her eyes scanning the luggage strewn across the bed, a sudden panic
gripping her.
Where was he going?
Would he come back?
Norah sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought for a moment before setting down the
pineapple bun and starting to fold his clothes. Two shirts, their colors faded from frequent
washing, one of which she had bought for him. He had taken it reluctantly, telling her not
to buy him anything ever again, yet he had worn it many times. Clutching the shirt, Norah
was suddenly overwhelmed by the memories of what he had said that night at the 9th
Mansion — he’d had many women and he’d never liked her! A wave of profound sadness
washed over her, and thinking of the pain she’d endured these past days, she couldn’t
help but cover her eyes and sob.
Her cries grew louder, as if she needed to release all the pent-up frustration and grief in
one go.
Xavier, coming out of the bathroom, heard the crying outside. After splashing water on his
face, he walked out,
stopping short at the sight of Norah weeping on his bed. His expression shifted, and he
leaned against the
nearby wall.
With his back against the wall, he couldn’t help but wonder, why was he hiding from her?
And why was she crying in his room?
He frowned, puzzled.
It had been so long; he thought she had moved on.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNorah cried for a long time, feeling relieved after the emotional release. She wiped her
face with tissues, neatly
folded her shirt, placed it on the bed, and then put the pineapple bun beside it.
Once she left, Xavier came out from around the corner, his gaze falling on the neatly
folded shirt, his brow
furrowing even more.
“Yes, he said he’d be gone for a few days,” Damian replied.
“He didn’t say.”
“Should be soon.”
“Take care on your way out!”
Damian and the others looked shocked. “Xavier, what do you mean?”
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