The Coma Prince’s Fiancée novel Chapter 5

Rebecca paused, eyebrow raised. “Misunderstood what, exactly?”

Norris didn’t answer right away. Instead, he glanced at the driver, who looked like he was holding his breath. “I don’t like my car getting splashed.”

The driver came alive with relief. “Yes, of course, I’ll take care of the puddle right now!”

Rebecca had to fight back a laugh. This guy was such a drama queen. Hated water, but still went out in the rain? Seriously, what’s wrong with this man?

Almost like he could read her mind, Norris shifted his attention back to her. “Pedestrians have their own paths here. You’re supposed to be over there.” He nodded towards a small path nearby. “If you’d gotten splashed, it wouldn’t have been our responsibility. So really, you jumped to the wrong conclusion.”

Rebecca let out a short laugh and looked him over. “You’re sick, you’re in pain, you barely sleep—and you still have the energy to be this insufferable. It’s almost impressive.”

Norris’s eyes darkened, his stare sharp and heavy as he glared at her. “What did you just say?”

She shrugged. “Oh, don’t tell me your hearing’s going too.” Their eyes locked, neither one budging.

In the front seat, the assistant practically shrank into his chair, doing his best to be invisible. At the same time, he was seriously impressed. He had never seen anyone talk to Norris like that—especially not a woman.

Just then, the driver came rushing back. “Mr. White, the puddle’s gone.”

Norris gave Rebecca a long look, then turned away. “Drive.”

He raised his window, blocking her out entirely.

In no time, the Rolls-Royce had disappeared around the corner.

Rebecca clenched her jaw. What a day—she’d barely stepped outside before running into trouble.

But then, she frowned, watching the car leave. That was the road to the Jameses’ house. Since when did the James family know people like that? The guy practically had “big deal” written all over him.

Inside the car, Norris’s gaze fell on his motionless legs, his expression unreadable.

“Find out who she is,” he said quietly.

The assistant answered with a nod. “Mr. White, I know her—she’s the James family’s adopted daughter, Shirley’s little sister.”

“Adopted?” Norris narrowed his eyes.

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