Fated to Love You Again (Shawn and Norah)

Chapter 139 Still Love Him

Chapter 139 Still Love Him

Norah and Shawn went to the office together. All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

Though they had married for two years, Norah had been to Shawn's company for the first time.

The skyscraper in front of her was at the busiest location in the city. After getting off the car, Norah

said, "Go and deal with your business. I'll wait for you downstairs."

"Wait for me in my office."

"No." Norah shook her head, "I've never been there in the past two years, and you've never publicised

your marriage. Many people will ask about me if I go with you now."

"I'd better leave you alone. There's a mall nearby. I'll wander around in the mall."

Shawn frowned and said, "You can go to my office alone, or I can carry you."

Norah was speechless.

She sighed and asked him, "Why do you make it difficult for me?"

"As you said, you're about to divorce me, so consider this my last time to pester you!" Shawn said with

his deep eyes looking at her.

"Fine!" Norah got up, "You go up first. I'll come later."

The two made concessions. Shawn walked to the lift, "Okay."

About ten minutes after he went upstairs, Norah got up and went to the lift.

When she pushed the door open and saw the office, Norah was momentarily amazed. The office was

large and spacious, clean and almost spotlessly decorated inside. The vast floor-to-ceiling window

made the office bright.

The office was very nice.

It was unexpected that the office was not as luxurious and decadent as she had imagined but rather

extremely simple and clean. That was in line with his style.

At work, he was certainly thunderous and meticulous.

At that moment, there was movement from over the blinds, a push on the door, and the sound of

talking, as if a meeting was taking place.

Norah looked through the gap in the curtains and saw Shawn walk in a suit.

Earlier, when the two had gone to Shawn's grandparents' former home, Shawn had been wearing

casual clothes.

Now he had changed into a black suit and walked to the chair at the front of the meeting room with

dignity and grace.

His chest tie draped right over the table as he bent over, with an air overlooking everything.

The morning sun, spilling in just in time, fell on his handsome face, casting a beautiful silhouette.

Norah looked at him and was dumbfounded.

People in the meeting room were in a hot discussion.

Shawn sat at the front of the room and listened quietly. When everyone had finished, his cold, sharp

eyes swept over the group, and then his low voice slowly reached Norah's ears.

At that moment, she heard the thumping of her own heart.

It was so rapid, so violent.

It turned out that she still loved him no matter how much time had passed.

In the past ten years, she had seen him in many ways.

She had seen the serious way he studied. The way he practised calligraphy.

She had seen him on the field of play, in all his glory;

She had seen him in the shower and him sleeping beside her;

She had even seen him in sex when he was mad, his eyes scarlet, and he almost lost control.

She had seen all of them and remembered them all in her mind.

So deep, so clear, so familiar.

However, he hadn't seen the one he had when he was working.

People said that men looked the most handsome at work, especially when they worked in suits and

were meticulous.

Norah had always thought that was a bit of an exaggeration until she saw him today, and she didn't

think these words were exaggerated.

The way he sat there, the profile of his face, the way he listened intently, or the way he looked down at

his writing made her heart beat faster.

Norah reached out and couldn't help but place her hand where her heart was.

She knew that this heart was still beating madly for him, hopelessly.

But she was too tired.

She was exhausted and had no strength left.

Quickly pulling down the curtains, Norah went to the other side of the floor-to-ceiling window and

looked down at the view, breathing heavily.

She couldn't think of him like this anymore.

She had to forget him.

Suddenly, the door rang.

It was Anthony pushing in the door.

Anthony put the things in his hands and said, "Mrs. Lawson, these are some little snacks Mr. Lawson

ordered me to prepare, and the milk tea. He said you liked it and asked me to get it on purpose."

Norah's eyes fell on the delicate cup of milk tea, and she was surprised, "Milk tea? He asked you to

buy it?"

"Yes. Mr. Lawson ordered it himself and chose the flavour. He said you liked it."

"How did he know?" Norah was surprised.

Anthony scratched his head, "Well, I don't know."

"Mrs. Lawson, you can drink it while it's still warm. It won't taste good if it's cold. I'll go out. You can call

me anytime if you need anything."

"Okay, thanks!"

Anthony turned around and walked towards the door.

Suddenly, something occurred to Norah. She called out, "Anthony?"

"Mrs. Lawson, what can I do for you?"

" I just wanted to ask when he will finish his meeting?"

"It depends on the discussion. I can't tell you the exact time. The meeting may end soon, or it could last

until midnight."

Midnight?

Norah frowned, "Is it going to be that late? Does he always work that late?"

"Mr. Lawson works very hard and is very responsible. Usually, he will take care of the big projects

himself. So, sometimes it can be tough, and it's not uncommon for him to stay up late." Anthony said.

Norah nodded and was lost in thought.

When they got married, Norah didn't see him often.

Especially at night, he always returned home late, and she always thought he was socializing.

Norah feared he would get annoyed, so she hadn't asked him. He hadn't explained either.

So she didn't know anything about his job. She thought that Shawn had never given her any chance to

get to know him or get into his world since the beginning.

Maybe it was because, since the start of their marriage, he had decided to get rid of her and get a

divorce sooner.

It was ironic.

Her eyes fell on the milk tea on the table again. When Norah picked it up, it was taro-flavored milk tea,

her favorite flavor.

He had never paid much attention to these details before. When had he discovered her favorite flavor?

She would have been shocked and happy if this milk tea had come earlier.

But this cup of milk tea had come too late.

However, Norah carefully held it up like a treasure and sipped it.

Norah was drowsy with the whole cup of milk tea drunk and the afternoon daylight.

She leaned back against the sofa and fell asleep unconsciously. The book in her hand fell to her lap.

The side of her face looked gentle and beautiful in the sunlight. She looked like a fairy of quiet beauty.

It was this scene that Shawn saw when he pushed in the door.

Her sleeping face was so beautiful that one dared not disturb it momentarily.

Looking at her sleeping face, Shawn walked over to her and could not help but reach his hand and

gently caress her soft cheek.