Chapter 837:

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Marlin drove in silence. The journey from Silverdale would take about four hours, heading towards a secluded area near the mountains.

Halfway, Marlin glanced over and noticed Norah dozing, her breathing slow and even. Watching her, a wave of tenderness washed over him.

He indulged in a fantasy where they weren’t on a mission, but simply a couple enjoying a drive together—he at the wheel, and she asleep beside him. The thought brought a smile to his face.

“Are you tired?” he asked gently.

Norah, sensing his gaze, slowly opened her eyes.

“Let me drive,” she offered.

Norah might have been the first in Silverdale to treat Marlin as a chauffeur for such a long trip. The Boyds rarely drove themselves.

Marlin declined. “No need. You rest. I’ve got this.”

Recalling the last racing competition, Marlin thought that Norah had doubted his driving skills twice now. Did she really think so little of his abilities? If it were Sean, he thought, she wouldn’t have spoken like that.

“Alright, keep driving then.”

Norah crossed her arms over her chest and closed her eyes to rest once more. Yolande was right—since she had once saved Marlin’s life, she needn’t feel so hesitant about asking favors from him. It was the Boyd family and Marlin who were indebted to her.

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“Just drive steadily.”

Her directive didn’t irritate Marlin. On the contrary, he found a certain pleasure in it. He preferred this slight closeness to any distance her words might suggest.

“Mr. Scott, Jaxson has landed. Should we send him to the Dreamview Villas?” Phillip inquired respectfully in the plush office.

Over the past month, Sean’s life had oscillated between work and hospital visits to see Susanna, leaving little time for leisure. Amabel, waiting for a report signature, looked up curiously. “Jaxson? Is he back?”

“Have him rest first. I’ll meet him for a drink at the Glamour Club tonight. Ask Spencer to reserve a private room,” Sean replied flatly.

“Mr. Scott, may I join? I’m also a friend of Jaxson’s. It’s been a long time, and I really miss him.”

Sean considered for a moment. “Phillip, when you pick up Jaxson, find out who he wants to invite tonight. Then make the arrangements,” he instructed.

“Understood, Mr. Scott.”

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