Flash Marriage: She becomes Mrs. CEO after the Failed Dowry Talk-Chapter 775: Memories Buried on a Rainy Night
Jasper Sinclair forcefully turned Nora Northwood’s shoulders and shouted at her, "Nora, have you gone mad?"
Although the photos in the album had already been roughly flipped through by him, watching Nora discard the album still made the resentment in his heart erupt uncontrollably.
Faced with his rage, Nora calmly replied, "Not mad, just don’t want any more entanglements with you."
After saying that, she effortlessly left the study.
Nora thought: If it weren’t for the heavy rain, she might have taken this opportunity to leave Crimson Hill Villa and return to her little house.
But she was a rational person and wouldn’t use her body to spite Jasper Sinclair.
The rain outside grew heavier and heavier, as if someone had poked a huge hole in the sky over Stanton City, showing no signs of stopping.
If it continues, the meteorological bureau should issue a yellow-orange warning.
Nora had already prepared not to go to work the next day, planning to stay up late watching a movie.
Actually, she loved staying up late and pulling all-nighters; the early morning shower at 3 a.m. and breakfast at dawn made her feel like a living person.
Her life before age twenty was spent sleeping in a storage room.
So, every night as it got dark, she’d force her brain into deep sleep quickly.
Only in this way, she wouldn’t see the night-time cockroaches, wouldn’t scream in fear, and wouldn’t get scolded by Quentin Ford...
Thus, after achieving financial independence, Nora developed a deep obsession with "staying up late."
The two and a half hours of "Furious 7," accompanied by the sound of the rain on this night, filled the void and loneliness within her.
Beyond Nora’s sight, Jasper Sinclair was holding an umbrella in the backyard, searching for fallen photographs.
Though he held the umbrella, gusts of wind still blew rain sideways onto him.
Francis followed behind him, reminding, "Mr. Sinclair, the rain is really too heavy; even if you pick them up, the photos are soaked."
Jasper heard but ignored, and continued to bend over, searching the ground.
To be honest, he didn’t understand the significance of what he was doing.
Perhaps, he just wanted to see what kind of person he used to be.
Fortunately, there weren’t many photos; Jasper didn’t have the habit of taking pictures, most were candid or secretly taken by Nora.
When they were all picked up, it was already ten o’clock at night.
There might be a few left in the grass, but Jasper asked himself, he had done his best.
If Nora didn’t want them, then he would.
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The rain stopped just as dawn broke, causing disappointment among many early risers.
Even one more hour of rain would have offered a chance for paid leave.
Netizens jokingly said that even the gods of thunder and lightning had to make way for those who start work at eight.
As the rightful head of VK, Nora naturally had to set an example for thousands of her employees.
Even though she watched two movies back-to-back the night before, staying up until three in the morning, she had to drag herself out of bed at seven with heavy dark circles.
Considering the drop in temperature, she swapped the dress she prepared the day before for a pair of light blue jeans, paired with a short white blouse, accentuating her slim waist and long legs, maintaining professionalism without losing vitality, enough to catch attention.
