opening up old wounds

Curiosity danced in Merrick's eyes as he turned his attention towards Nora. "I'm curious, Nora," he began, his voice filled with genuine interest. "When did you start liking me?"

Nora's lips curled into a soft smile, her gaze meeting Merrick's. "It just flowed within me," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of affection. "There wasn't a specific moment. It's been building up gradually."

Merrick's eyebrows furrowed slightly, a trace of doubt flickering across his face. "But I thought you liked William Taylor," he admitted, his tone laced with uncertainty.

Nora's laughter bubbled up from within her, a melodic sound that filled the room. "Oh, no," she chuckled, shaking her head. "That was a misunderstanding. William simply helped me get home from the company one day when I couldn't find a taxi. It was a kind gesture, nothing more."

Relief washed over Merrick's features as he absorbed Nora's explanation. He had been mistaken, allowing his own insecurities to cloud his judgment. He real