I Was His Wife, Then His Widow, Then No One's But My Own novel Chapter 275

Nora and Sebastian hit it off immediately. He fired off several intense questions regarding drug tolerance.

Some of them even touched on complex deductive logic that she hadn't fully expanded upon in her paper. Nora answered each one effortlessly.

Her thought process was crystal clear, her phrasing precise. She was neither arrogant nor falsely modest.

After hearing her final answer, Sebastian leaned back against the sofa, nodding in unabashed admiration. "Excellent, excellent. There aren't many young people with your caliber of expertise these days. Stay for dinner. I'm really enjoying our chat."

Nora instinctively shot Xander another look. Catching the subtle movement, Sebastian waved a hand and chuckled, "Why are you looking at him? He doesn't make the rules around here."

Genevieve reached out, gently holding Nora's wrist and pulling her a little closer.

She studied Nora's face as if trying to place something, then suddenly asked, "Ms. Newman, if I'm not mistaken, are you Benedict Newman's daughter?"

Nora was briefly taken aback before she nodded. She couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't an idle question. Could it have something to do with the idea of her remarrying into a new family?

Hearing the confirmation, Genevieve's smile blossomed fully, a stark contrast to her initial polite yet scrutinizing gaze at the door.

She patted the back of Nora's hand affectionately. "Then you absolutely must stay for dinner. If for no other reason than the fact that we used to share some history with Benedict Newman."

She paused, as if recalling a rumor. "I heard you haven't been back to see him in quite some time?"

Nora slowly lowered her gaze. In that split second, Genevieve's casual question pricked a tender, aching spot in her heart.

Genevieve looked at her, fell silent for a moment, and then remarked with a loaded tone, "Bonnie really seems to adore you."

"She does," Nora smiled warmly. "And I adore her, too. She's so mature for her age, it honestly breaks my heart a little. Every time I look at her, it's like looking at a younger version of..."

She cut herself off mid-sentence, letting the thought trail away.

She had been about to say a younger version of myself, but decided it wasn't appropriate to share something so deeply personal with elders she had just met.

Genevieve's thoughts, however, seemed to have caught onto something else entirely.