Fated to Love You Again (Shawn and Norah) novel Chapter 250

Chapter 250 Successfully Rescued (2)

"Okay." Shawn nodded.

He immediately closed his eyes, turned around, and groped to pick up Norah from the bathtub.

After placing Norah down, he quickly turned around and stood with his back to her.

With one hand leaning on the wall, Norah used the other hand to wipe her body with a towel.

It was still a bit difficult for her, and Shawn could hear her pant. After all, her body was too weak right now.

Especially big movements like bending over and reaching out were really tiring for her.

"Norah, do you need my help?"

Although Shawn had his back to her, he couldn't help but ask.

"No need." Norah reflexively refused him without even thinking about it.

"Just give me a few more minutes. I can do it."

Although Shawn was worried, he followed her words and obediently stood with his back to her without turning around.

After a few more minutes, Norah still hadn't put on her clothes.

At this point, Shawn was really out of patience. He turned around and picked up the nearby pajamas.

Seeing him turn around, Norah immediately blushed. Her eyes widened like a deer's as she looked at him with a clear gaze, forgetting even to cover herself up.

"You... Why did you turn around? You promised me just now." Her voice was soft and full of grievances.

"Things change."

Shawn said as he put the shirt on her and then held his breath and trembled as he pulled up the zipper.

Fortunately, it was a zipper on the top. He couldn't guarantee that he could accurately button up all of them one by one if they were buttons.

Because he was already breathing unevenly and his whole body was burning like fire.

He didn't know that she was dressing so slowly. She had only put on her pant, and her upper body was naked. She wasn't even wearing a bra or a camisole. She was just wearing the shirt.

So, when he turned around just now, he saw...

Shawn closed his eyes. He didn't dare to think anymore, or he was afraid he would die from a sudden burst of desire.

Putting down the trousers, Shawn licked his lips and spoke unnaturally, "You... you can wear the rest yourself. I'll go out and wait for you."

This time, Norah refused.

She deliberately reached out and grabbed Shawn's hand. "I'm too weak to move now. I need you to help me get dressed."

Shawn was speechless.

Now he finally understood what it meant to be caught in a trap of his own making.

Norah was born to test his willpower and torment him.

He was burning with desire, with nowhere to vent it, and yet she deliberately teased him.

He knew she was doing it on purpose.

Norah leaned her soft body against him, intentionally hooking her arm around his, and spoke softly once again, "I can't walk anymore. Carry me."

"Norah, stand up properly," Shawn said hoarsely.

"But I haven't fully recovered yet. I can't stand up by myself and can only lean on you," Norah deliberately imitated his tone and said.

Shawn now deeply understood what it meant to shoot himself in the foot.

"Norah, you're doing this on purpose!"

He gritted his teeth, his low voice full of repression. His head was pressed against hers, his breathing becoming rapid.

Norah lightly pushed him with her fingers and deliberately said in dissatisfaction, "If you don't want to, forget it."

"I want to."

After that, Shawn put the trousers on Norah, carried her in his arms, and placed her directly in the bed.

"After all these years, are you still looking for her?" Shawn asked.

"Of course," Lucas replied firmly. "How could I not look for her?"

"Have you ever thought about what you'll do if you never find her?"

"I'll keep looking for the rest of my life until I die. Maybe then it will finally be over."

As he shifted his dark and brooding gaze, Lucas looked at Shawn again. "As you know, my grandfather was from a family of traditional medicine practitioners. She was in poor health back then. Although I studied modern medicine, I also learned a lot about traditional medicine from my grandfather, especially pulse diagnosis, all in an effort to help her recover."

"Just say what you want to say."

"Did she have a miscarriage before?" Lucas asked.

Shawn nodded. "Yeah."

It was a pain that would forever linger in his heart and a wound in Norah's heart that she found difficult to let go of.

Realizing something, Shawn asked in a hurry, "Is there a problem?"

"Was she seriously injured during the miscarriage, and did she not receive enough rest afterward?"

Shawn nodded again.

Those memories were simply unbearable to look back on.

He must be responsible for the loss of their baby.

He knew he was to blame. It was all his fault.

Their baby might have been born healthy and strong if he hadn't been so foolish and ignorant.

But now...

Shawn looked up, and his eyes glistened with tears. His heart ached as he recalled the past.

"Why do you suddenly ask about this?" Thinking of something, Shawn immediately asked.