The Good Girl's Revenge

Chapter 319

The implication was that it didn't matter if he wet the bed.

Derek chuckled.

Easton was so upset, feeling that his image was completely destroyed by his father. He pouted and

sulked.

He had planned to send flowers in the morning and ask Nora out in the afternoon. They could go

shopping, eat and watch movies together. He had been longing to watch Part II Deformation Machine

which came out recently. And then they could have dinner together in the evening.

Now that all his plan was in vain, the little guy decided not to talk to his father for at least a week.

Derek didn't know that his son held a grudge against him. Even if he knew, he wouldn't take it seriously.

It was a cold night.

Derek was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and his brows frowned. Obviously, he was not

sleeping well.

He slowly opened his eyes. His head ached so much. It was already bright outside. When he walked NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

downstairs, only to find there was no one at home. Suddenly, a familiar laughter came in from outside.

Was this voice from Meredith?

Derek's heart thumped violently and he ran out. On the lawn of the big garden, Meredith was wearing a

white dress with a smile. Looking at her, Derek couldn't tear himself away from her.

Suddenly, Meredith looked at him and waved, "Derek, come here."

Of course, he wouldn't refuse. He ran over with a smile, but before he got close, another voice came

from behind him.

"Dad."

Derek paused and turned his head. It was his son.

Easton looked at him with a smile. The person standing next to him... It was Nora, who was holding his

son's hands, and smiled at him.

"Dad, where are you going? Mom and I are here."

He was stunned and suddenly looked at the garden. Meredith was still there, waving at him with a

bright smile. "Derek, come here."

"Dad, where are you going?" His son on the other side was shouting at him.

Derek's mind was in a mess. He looked at both sides, at a loss to choose which direction to go. His

wife was Meredith, but...

"Honey, why are you in a daze? Come in." Nora smiled sweetly and waved at him.

"Derek, come out and have fun with me."

"Dad, where are you going?"

Their voices rang out one after another, echoing in his ear. Derek frowned and his head suddenly

ached.

He shouted irritably, "Shut up."

The voices around him suddenly disappeared. He looked at both sides in a daze. There was no one.

He ran out in a panic and ran into the garden.

Meredith, who had been here just now, was nowhere to be seen. Everything seemed to be an illusion.

"Meredith."

He yelled, opened his eyes and sat up. He panted heavily, and his forehead was covered in sweat.

Looking at his familiar room, out the dark window, he realized that it was just a dream.

Derek turned on the light and leaned against the bed, frightened and uncertain. After a long while, a

dark light flashed through his sharp eyes as if he had made a decision.

Nora walked home with a nervous look.

The surrounding environment of the house she rented was not very good, but the location of the

neighborhood was good. Because of working overtime these days, it was dark when she took a car

home.

Probably it was her illusion, every time she went home these days, she felt someone following her.

She had lived here for a few years, and for the first time, she had this feeling during several days. Nora

knew that this was not her illusion, but she found nothing every time she looked back.

For the past few days, she had been very nervous at home, afraid that someone would suddenly come

out.

Nora stopped, her heart thumping, and she looked back. There was nothing behind her except the

silhouette of the streetlights on both sides.

She did not feel at ease. She slowly turned around and ran with gritted teeth. But the next second, she

felt footsteps behind her, and she couldn't get rid of it.

In the past few days, she didn't hear footsteps, but she just felt that someone was following her. It was

an inexplicable feeling. Today, it was getting stronger. Nora was so scared that she almost broke down.

"Nora." Someone suddenly called her name.

Her breathing quickened and she suddenly stopped. The sound was familiar... She turned around

quickly and saw Derek looking at her from behind.

For some reason, the fear and panic surged up, and the tip of her nose ached. A tear rolled down her

face.

Derek didn't expect her to cry. He panicked and strode over, frowning. "What's wrong?"

Nora shook her head. She didn't say anything and didn't know what to say. She didn't want to cry, but

her tears fell endlessly.

Five years later, he once again felt a sense of helplessness in a woman. In the past, only Meredith

could make him panic.

After a while, Nora gradually calmed down. Crying in front of Derek, she felt embarrassed and sniffed.

"Mr. Xavier, why are you here?"

"Tell me first, why were you crying just now?" he asked in a tender voice.

Nora pursed her lips in embarrassment and told him about the past few days.

Derek was at a loss what to say. It never occurred to him that the culprits were his men.

"Well, that must be my illusion," Nora whispered, lowering her head.

His face was grim, and he looked at the corner with sharp eyes.

The underlings who were hiding in the shadows looked at each other, frightened. They swore that they

had no intention of scaring Miss Gray.

These people were also surprised by Nora's sensitivity to the fact that she could feel their presence.

They felt wronged.

"Let's go. I'll take you home."

It was at least a quarter of an hour's walk from her house, and it was already night. Nora was still a little

scared, so she didn't refuse.

"By the way, there is a fashion design competition. The time is almost up. You can sign up for

submission and the winner can go to F Country to continue to participate in the international

competition," Derek said.

"I know that, but there's not so much time left. It's too late."

"Didn't you design a manuscript at the hospital last time? That's great. You can use it," Derek reminded

her.

Nora also remembered that the manuscript was given to Sheldon. Every time he asked her for a design

with the excuse that Jones Group needed it.

And it was just a model, and the company would only use it as a reference. Even if she wanted to use it

in the end, it would be approved by her. Therefore, she had no idea that her manuscript had been

taken over by others for competition.