Love on the Fast Track

Chapter 59:

Norah softly stated, “Mr. Hayes, I’ll keep your words in mind.” She hoped Kason would prove to be more reliable than Derek had been.

From her observations, Norah saw Kason as a man of integrity, likely a trait sharpened by his time in the military, where directness was valued.

Curiously, Norah asked, “Mr. Hayes, at the peak of your youth, do you ever regret leaving the military so early?”

This question had been on her mind since she met Kason. Still under 30 years old and at the height of his capabilities, his choice to exit the military and lead the Hayes family left her puzzled. Norah doubted she could have made such a decisive move if she had been in his shoes.

After a pause, Kason responded in a low voice, “The Hayes family lacked a suitable leader. As part of this family, stepping in was a responsibility. Plus, with my grandfather’s severe illness, it was only natural for me to return and support him.”

Norah was aware that Kason’s parents had perished in a tragic plane crash, a story that had deeply moved Glophia and garnered widespread sympathy for the Hayes family. Unlike most, the Hayes family had suffered immense loss.

Members of the Hayes family had mostly pursued military careers, but only Kason had diverged, choosing to focus on art in college.

Gazing at his right hand, Kason’s voice carried a hint of sadness. “My departure from the military was also for health reasons.”

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Norah furrowed her brow as she regarded him, asking, “What health issues were you facing?” She observed Kason’s appearance, noting his robust complexion and sturdy physique. She couldn’t discern any signs of illness.

“A few years ago, during an operation, I damaged the tendons in my right hand, rendering me unable to shoot with precision,” Kason explained with an air of nonchalance, as though discussing something distant from his own experience.

Yet, Norah detected a note of sorrow in his voice.

“Didn’t you seek my help for medical checks?” Norah’s back was turned to Kason, hiding her face from his view. “Doctors mentioned that even after my treatment, the sensitivity wouldn’t match its former level. It would never fully recover.” Kason had endured much from that incident.

Pausing, Norah said earnestly, “I’ll examine your hand after checking on your grandpa.”

Kason, taken aback, declined, “There’s no need. My military career is behind me.”

The famed group Kason had belonged to had already disbanded. Kason’s fists tightened. He believed returning would be pointless if he were the sole remaining member of his team.

Norah insisted, “Allow me to assess it first.”

Stepping out from Devonte’s room, Norah entered the living room to find Kason sitting on the sofa, dressed in an army green tank top. The snug material outlined his physique.

Kason’s muscular physique was accentuated by the snug tank top, emphasizing his formidable presence. Norah took a seat beside him on the couch. “Show me your hand, please.”

Kason held out his hand, revealing its rough, callused texture. Norah gently grasped his wrist, her touch delicate against his hardened skin.

The stark contrast between Kason’s large, rugged hand and Norah’s smaller, softer one was striking. When their hands made contact, a shiver coursed through Kason. Feeling slightly bashful, he found himself looking away involuntarily.

Norah asked, “Well, it’s clear you’ve sustained more injuries than just to your hand. You’ve got internal issues too. Have you not considered a thorough medical check-up?”

With a furrowed brow, she added, “And let’s not even start on your tendon problem. Your knees must give you trouble when the weather changes, am I right?”

“Yes,” Kason admitted, acknowledging her accuracy. “It’s not just the days, but I’ve sought treatment.”

“You really ought to consult a physician soon,” Norah said, half-jokingly, cautioning him. “With already one ill family member, do you wish to be bedridden alongside your grandfather?”

Kason conceded with a nod.

Norah sighed. “Had it not been for me, would you have waited until mobility became an issue before seeking treatment?”

Kason looked down, clearly acknowledging the truth in her words.

Norah knew that Kason’s condition would deteriorate with time. Delaying treatment meant that, even with future surgery, he risked losing his mobility.

“Well, considering you’re the Supernatural Doctor, handling my little ailment should be effortless for you,” Kason said, not overstating his confidence. Given the Supernatural Doctor’s reputation for resolving numerous challenging cases, he was sure of Norah’s ability to treat him.

Kason felt fortunate to be under her care. He glanced downward, observing Norah as she meticulously inspected his body, feeling somewhat bashful. It dawned on him how close they were, and he could detect Norah’s scent. Although he couldn’t identify the perfume, it intrigued him deeply.

Understanding that her unique ability wouldn’t remedy his issue, Norah pulled back her hands. “You knew I was working at Silver Boulder Private Hospital, right? Make sure to have your tendons evaluated there. The medical team will guide you on the next steps.”

Her tone was matter-of-fact, as if tendon repair was no more challenging than treating a minor ailment.

“Thank you, Norah.”

“No need to thank me. Just don’t forget the consultation fee.”

Kason grinned and replied, “Of course.”

As Norah left Kason’s residence, the evening had settled in, marking the close of the day. The city’s streetlights began to sparkle, transforming the skyline into a mesmerizing spectacle of vibrant lights. Norah made her way to the Glamour Club but first detoured to the Splendor Building to meet Aaron for a new outfit.

Upon her departure, Aaron half-jokingly implored, “Noelle, don’t forget to send me more of your design drafts!”

It had been a while since Norah last visited Glamour Club due to her demanding schedule. Reflecting on the band members’ previous actions, Norah felt anger and a sense of betrayal. Having achieved fame and recognition, Rosy Secret had kicked her, the songwriter, out of the band. Their actions were the epitome of ingratitude.

Yet, Norah was confident that if she could lift Rosy Secret to stardom, she could do the same for another group.

Glamour Club stood as a prominent entertainment hotspot in Glophia, bustling with activity under the glow of neon lights each night, where patrons indulged freely.

“Puck off!” The security guard at Glamour Club’s entrance dismissed a man arrogantly. “Rosy Secret is headlining tonight. Your unknown band should hit the road!”

Clutching his guitar, the man appeared rough, his attire disheveled and his hair a mess, resembling a nest. He found himself shoved to the ground by the security guard, his guitar crashing down with a resounding twang. He hurriedly checked the guitar for damage, enduring the guard’s scolding without uttering a single protest, merely clutching his instrument protectively.

“To earn a spot at Glamour Club, you’ll need to make a name for yourself first,” the security guard mocked, his gaze dripping with disdain.

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