Fated to Love You Again (Shawn and Norah)

Chapter 110 Norah's Birthday

After taking a shower, Norah walked out of the bathroom.

To her surprise, Shawn was still there, but they seemed to have lost their common language despite being in the same room.

Norah had just washed her hair, and water was dripping down it.

She wiped her hair as she walked past Shawn.

"I'll help you." Shawn walked over.

"No need. I can do it myself."

After blow-drying her hair, Norah went to bed.

By this time, Shawn had already left.

Looking at his back as he left, Norah suddenly burst into tears.

She had promised not to cry, but she couldn't stop crying. Once her feelings were hurt by him, she couldn't control herself.

She knew he was such a proud man. How could he tolerate her coldness and distance?

He was always the center of attention and others always tried to please him. When would he ever need to please others? But it was better that he left. She wouldn't have to pay attention to him all the time.

Maybe if she didn't see him, it wouldn't hurt so much.

And maybe she wouldn't feel so sad.

But where would he go so late at night?

The answer was clear without thinking.

It turned out that no matter how long or how many years passed, the one he loved would still be Lilian. She used to think that she had a fearless heart, and she wasn't afraid of sacrifice, hardship, or waiting. But the truth proved that she was wrong. She was actually more cowardly and fearful than anyone else. Norah turned off the light and lay in bed with her eyes closed.

Although she was in bed, she wasn't really sleeping, just staring at the ceiling and the crystal chandelier. After what seemed like hours, the door was suddenly opened.

Then she heard footsteps.

Shawn had come back.

Didn't he leave?

Didn't he go see Lilian?

Soon, the closet door was opened, and Shawn grabbed his pajamas before heading straight to the bathroom. Norah heard the sound of running water.

She suddenly felt like she couldn't figure him out at this moment.

Norah didn't realize that he was in bed and was holding her until a refreshing and pleasant scent wafted into her nose, and a pair of gentle and powerful hands wrapped around her slender waist. "I'm not used to this," Norah pushed him away, speaking softly.

"You'll get used to it if I hold you more," he replied.

Norah was so angry that she turned around, her black pupils staring into his eyes with hatred.

Suddenly, she lowered her head and bit his shoulder hard.

When she bit down, she really used lots of strength, and Shawn quickly felt the pain.

He groaned, but his hands still tightly wrapped around Norah's waist, with no intention of letting go.

Norah let go of him and looked at him with her dark eyes again, anger and frustration written all over her face. "Shawn, let go of me."

"No."

This time, he replied even more firmly and directly, with no room for refusal.

Norah lowered her head again and bit down on the same spot.

This time, she used more strength.

She was in pain, her heart aching so much that it felt like it was breaking. Why was he acting like nothing was wrong?

'Shawn, you b*stard, how dare you make me so heartbroken?'

Suddenly, with her forceful bite, Shawn's wound started bleeding. The fresh red blood seeped through his clothes and into Norah's mouth.

A strong smell of blood filled her mouth.

Only then did Norah stop.

She looked up and saw Shawn's knitted eyebrows. His face was contorted with pain and restraint.

"Why didn't you dodge?" she asked sharply.

Shawn asked in reply, "Are you done venting your anger?"

As he spoke, he reached out to touch Norah's hair, but she dodged without hesitation.

She was not his pet, to be touched when he wanted to coddle her and abandoned when he didn't.

"Are you still angry?" Shawn asked again.

Norah turned her back to him and ignored him.

Since he wanted to hold her and she couldn't break free, she might as well let him hold her.

When Shawn woke up, the room was already bright.

More importantly, there was no one beside him, and Norah was not there.

He immediately picked up his phone and called Norah, but her phone was already turned off.

Norah had gone out early in the morning and turned off her phone when she went out.

Because she didn't want anyone to disturb her today. She just wanted to walk alone.

As she passed by a cake shop in the square, she suddenly heard someone shouting a promotion slogan. Norah glanced over casually and realized that today was her birthday.

Yes, it was her birthday.

But she had actually forgotten her own birthday.

In the past, her birthday used to be the time she looked forward to the most.

At that time, although her family was not wealthy and often in debt, her mother would always buy her a small cake on her birthday.

She loved shrimp, so her mother would prepare a large plate of shrimp for her, peel them, and make the dipping sauce.

Although she had eaten many different kinds of shrimp now, she still felt that her mother's dipping sauce was the most wonderful taste in the world. Unfortunately, she could never taste it again. At night, the lights in the house would be turned off.

Her mother would light the candles on the cake, put a small crown on her head, and let her blow out the candles.

Before she turned fourteen, her birthday wishes were always the same. She wanted to study hard, to give her mother a good life, and to get rid of her gambling father.

After she turned fourteen, the year she met Shawn, she had another wish for her birthday. She hoped that one day she could meet him again and protect this eye-catching boy someday.

At that time, she was so cautious.

She couldn't imagine that she would marry him and become his wife one day.

That was something she didn't dare to think about in her youthful days.

She always felt that being able to reunite with him was the greatest gift from heaven.

Sometimes, Norah wondered whether everything would be different if she had not met him again and entered his life.

He might always be the man she admired, the shining heart in her world that she could never reach.

If that were the case, she would not have any expectations and would not have the disappointment and heartache she felt now.

The cake shop was bustling with promotion, and there was a crowd of people.

Norah walked in with the music.

"Miss, what kind of cake do you need?"

"I want a cake with lots of cream."

She couldn't eat sponge cake, so the shop assistant recommended her a strawberry layer cake with rich cream between each layer. Norah walked out of the cake shop carrying the cake. When she saw the figure with his back to her, she suddenly froze.

How did he find his way here?

She carried the cake and her whole body stiffened.

Just then, Shawn turned around, his tone as gentle as ever. "Why did you come out alone without telling me?"