Chapter 1925
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 bedy a few pieces of clothing and a backpack, ready for travel. Norah paused, confusion
etching her features. 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 hee 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,ing out of the bathroom, heard the crying outside. After sshing 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.
Norah cried for a long time, feeling relieved after the emotional release. She wiped her face with
tissues, neatly folded her shirt, ced it on the bed, and then put the pineapple bun beside it.
With a sniffle, she stood up, nced around the room with a lonely expression, and walked out.
Once she left, Xavier came out from around the corner, his gaze falling on the neatly folded shirt, his
brow furrowing even more.
Norah came down the stairs, her face regaining a cheerful smile. She casually asked Damian, "Is Mr.
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Flemmings going out?"
"Yes, he said he''d be gone for a few days," Damian replied.
"Where to?"
"He didn''t say."
"When will he be back?"
"Should be soon."
Norah''s tension eased a bit, and she smiled. "Well, I''m off then. I''lle by to see you guys when I
can!"
"Take care on your way out!"
Damian and Zachary walked Norah out.
After she was gone, Xavier shouldered his backpack and came down the stairs. He was dressed in a
ck parka, ck trousers, andbat boots, the picture of rugged detachment.
"While I''m away, you''ll listen to Damian," Xavier instructed. "If I don''te back, keep the shop
running. No need to call me or look for me."
Damian and the others looked shocked. "Xavier, what do you mean?"
"It means I might find a ce I like and decide to stay there," Xavier said indifferently, cing a card on
the table. "Damian, you''re in charge of this card for now. If I really don''te back, anyone who wants
to stay can stay. If not, you can take your share of the money and go."
Damian wanted to say something, but Xavier raised a hand to stop him. "We''re all men here; no need
for drama. I''m off!"
With that, Xavier walked out without looking back.
Zachary looked bewildered. "Cameron, where the heck is Xavier going? I''ve got this weird feeling."
Damian''s expression was grave. "I don''t know, but he surely has his reasons. We''ll take care of the
shop and wait for his return."