Fated to Love You Again (Shawn and Norah)
Chapter 177 Norah, I Like You Too (1)

Chapter 177 Norah, I Like You Too (1)

Upon hearing those words, Shawn was immediately stunned, frozen like a statue.

What did he just hear?

Did she say she liked him?

So, was he the man she liked?

But how could that be?

If he hadn't heard it with his own ears, he wouldn't have believed it.

"Norah..." Shawn lowered his head, calling out her name with tenderness and excitement.

At that moment, his heart felt like it was about to jump out of his body, and he was too excited to express it in words.

"I didn't hear wrong, did I? You really like me?" He gently touched the tears rolling down Norah's face, patiently asking.

Norah looked up, her tear-filled eyes gazing softly at him. Before she could speak, tears ran down her cheeks.

"Don't cry."

"Don't cry, Norah."

Seeing her cry, Shawn felt heartbroken. He held Norah in his arms and pulled her close to him. Then he lowered his head and kissed away her tears gently.

One tear, two tears...

As long as Norah shed tears, he kissed them away softly.

Throughout the process, he was gentle beyond words.

But the gentler he was, the harder Norah cried.

She even thought she was dreaming because only in her dreams would he be so gentle to her.

Today, he had been so cold to her all day, treating her like a stranger.

How could he suddenly be so good to her?

"Shawn..." Norah sobbed softly, holding his hand. "Am I dreaming?"

"Fool, I'm right here with you. How could this be a dream?"

"But..." Norah hugged herself, curled up, and said pitifully, "You treated me like a stranger. You didn't stop me even when I was drinking. You just watched as others bullied me." "Shawn, you just bullied me during the day. How could you suddenly be so good to me?"

Thinking of those scenes, Norah couldn't forget them.

In the private room, his gaze and tone were too cold, like a sword thrust into her heart.

"I'm sorry, Norah. I was wrong. It was my fault." Shawn held her face. Now, he regretted it deeply.

Xander was right. He was stupid. There were so many ways, but he chose the dumbest and most circuitous one.

Not only did he hurt himself, but he also hurt her.

"If you're sad, you can hit me or punish me. Anything is fine, but please don't ignore me." Shawn coaxed her tenderly. Norah looked at him and suddenly reached out her slender and delicate fingers, touching his face.

She caressed his eyebrows, nose, and finally, his thin lips.

"But how can I bear to ignore you?"

She loved him so much. How could she bear to ignore him?

Norah's fingers gently caressed Shawn's lips.

The touch was so soft. He was just by her side and accompanied her. But she still felt empty in her heart.

At that moment, looking at his red lips, Norah suddenly stopped thinking. Her mind was blank as if she deliberately didn't want to think about anything.

She just followed her feelings and leaned in, pressing her soft lips against Shawn's.

In the past, it was always he who took the initiative.

But this time, Norah was particularly impatient as if she wanted to prove something.

She kissed him eagerly, almost completely abandoning the shame and awkwardness in her heart, using all her courage to kiss him recklessly.

She only wanted to do what she wanted and indulge herself once, expressing her true feelings.

But just as she kissed him for a moment, she realized that something was wrong.

Shawn's body remained stiff, like a statue. Except for breathing, he didn't move at all.

Norah's body instantly stiffened like a stone, and she felt a chill in her heart.

It felt like a large bucket of water was poured over her head, cold and merciless.

In an instant, she was soaked through.

Not just her body, but her heart was also chilled.

Sure enough, he didn't like her.

So even when she lowered herself, kissed him, and put aside all her pride and stubbornness, it had no effect.

Indeed, she couldn't make him love her.

Without love, she couldn't force him to kiss her.

Letting go of his lips, Norah returned to her place.

She smiled bitterly.

At this moment, she could only use laughter to cover up her inner grief.

She wanted to leave. The room was full of soaring heat and steam, making her feel extremely oppressive and uncomfortable.

But before she could turn around, Shawn had already reached out and grabbed her.

He reached out and held her cheeks, asking carefully, "Norah, can you say it again?"

"What do you want me to say?"

"Just now, you said you like me so much. Is it true?" Shawn asked cautiously as if afraid to startle her.

"I'm sorry." Norah lowered her eyes.

She shouldn't have said it. She had been hiding it well for so long.

If she hadn't been so drunk and in so much pain, she wouldn't have said it.

She loved him, but he didn't like her at all, and she didn't want her love to be too cheap.

"I didn't say that. You heard wrong." Norah shook her head.

But Shawn grabbed her hand. "No, Norah, I heard it very clearly. You said you like me."

"It was just a slip of the tongue!" Norah insisted.

But Shawn didn't want to give up. He insisted. "It doesn't matter. Even if it was a slip of the tongue, it still means you like me!"

But his words made Norah have a nervous breakdown. She was already trying to salvage the situation. Why did he have to force her to admit it?

She didn't want to say it, nor did she want to love him anymore!

It hurt. She was painful.

She couldn't afford to love him anymore. Couldn't she just give up?

She was sad enough. Why did he have to make her sadder?

Her heart couldn't take it anymore. Norah couldn't hold back anymore and shouted, "Fine, I admit it. I didn't say it wrong. I like you. I really do."

"But Shawn..." Norah suddenly quieted down, her eyes calm, her voice extremely clear and light. "Love is one's own business. I like you, but I never thought about disturbing or pestering you. This is my own business."

She had tried to tell him before, but after several unsuccessful attempts, she had given up completely!

Instead of being embarrassed by rejection, she'd rather keep this love in her heart. At least she could have a beautiful memory, rather than something so heartbreaking.

"Sweetheart, then are you ready?" Suddenly, Shawn leaned forward, held her face gently, and asked.

"Ready for what?"

"You told me about your feelings. Don't you want to know my answer?"

Norah immediately shook her head.

No, she didn't want to know his answer at all.

No one would want to hear the anticipated answer and rejection, right?

She didn't have such a big heart. She was just a normal woman who could feel the pain.

Did he have to be so cruel?

Norah lowered her eyes. At this moment, Shawn's firm voice sounded. "But, I have to tell you my answer!"