Chapter 479

Claire immediately clamped her legs together. "I must have bumped it! You know how steep the stairs at Southmont Abbey are."

She wasn't wrong. The Aurelian Abbey in Southmont was ancient, and its ninety- nine steps were perilously steep, almost at a forty-five-degree angle. The stones were locally sourced and unpolished, with sharp edges that easily scraped the knees of pilgrims.

Her explanation was plausible enough that Noreen didn't question it further, focusing on cleaning the scrapes on her other knee.

Claire let out a silent sigh of relief. At the same time, she mentally cursed a certain pervert. Of all the places to kiss, did he have to choose there? So weird.

A flash of a memory-of a steamy bathroom, of tangled limbs-made her cheeks burn. That man was an absolute beast in bed. Then again, it might have been the soup his grandma made them drink. Whatever the reason, her legs were still trembling.

"Wrap your knees in plastic wrap when you shower later. Don't get them wet," Noreen instructed. As she looked up, she noticed the flush on Claire's cheeks. "Why are you blushing?"

"Because I've got a thing for you, obviously," Claire blurted out.

Thankfully, Noreen was used to her friend's outrageous remarks and didn't think twice about it. "Just remember to keep the wounds dry."

"So, can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Hard pass."

Claire clutched her heart dramatically. "Noreen, you're so cruel."

Noreen's only response was to decisively shut her bedroom door. In the empty

living room, Claire let out a long, shaky breath. That was close. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on find⦿novel.net

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The next day was a weekend, but Noreen was up early. She had to take her mother, Rosalind, to the hospital for her six-month post-op checkup. Claire had offered to go with them but when Noreeno knocked on her door that morning, there was no response. She was probably exhausted from the past few days.

So Noreen let her sleep, picked up Rosalind, and drove straight to the hospital.

"You know, I can come to these checkups by myself," Rosalind said. "You finally have some time off, you should be at home resting. You've gotten so thin lately."

"I'm not tired." And even if she was, it was the happy kind of tired.

Rosalind watched her daughter's face carefully. Seeing that Noreen was genuinely thriving in her busy life, she finally relaxed. She had been worried that Noreen wouldn't be able to move on, which was why she had tried to set her up on dates. Some people needed time to heal; others needed a new love. Of course, she later found out how unreliable that particular man was and had given the matchmaker a piece of her mind.

Noreen knew what her mother was worried about, even if she didn't say it. "I'm busy now, but I'm also fulfilled," she said softly. "And not every loss is a loss."

Hearing that, Rosalind finally felt at ease.

When they arrived at the hospital, Noreen found a seat for her mother and went to queue up for registration. The checkup involved many tests and required an overnight stay.

Just as Noreen got her ticket

number, a nurse approached her. "Miss Gilmore? Mr. Harcourt has

arranged a VIP room for you. You

can take Ms. Gilmore straight

upstairs to check in. There's no need to register here."

Noreen's heart skipped a beat. "Mr. Harcourt?"

The nurse smiled. "Yes, Mr. Wade Harcourt."

Noreen visibly relaxed. "Thank you."

For just a second, a very specific face had flashed in her mind, and the feeling it

brought was deeply unsettling.