Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 558 - 342: That Old Scoundrel Pedro Langley [Part 2]

Chapter 558: Chapter 342: That Old Scoundrel Pedro Langley [Part 2]

"Yes."

The man hung up the phone.

*

In the car.

Rosie sat in the passenger seat, feeling somewhat uneasy.

The car’s air conditioning was set too high, yet the cold seeped through to her bones, leaving her feeling chilled. She was wearing just a thin dress, half-soaked by the rain, the hem clinging wetly to her knees, making her a bit uncomfortable.

At that moment—

Something was suddenly tossed from behind, landing right on her knees.

Rosie’s body shrank back.

Looking down, she saw it was a black coat, the one Benjamin had been wearing.

It was slightly wet on the outside, but inside, it still held the owner’s warmth. Draped over her, it brought warmth to her elbows and knees, as though it could ward off the chill within her.

Soon after, Benjamin’s voice floated over, "No blankets in the car, make do with that."

Rosie lowered her eyelids, lightly pressing her lips together.

Without the energy to toss the coat back, Rosie didn’t look back either. After a brief pause, she adjusted the coat, smoothing it out a bit.

Humphrey was silent throughout, like a machine that only knew how to drive. However, several times when he reached for his cigarettes, he would pause upon glancing at the young girl beside him, suppressing his smoking habit.

There was no need for Rosie to say much; it was the first time meeting the driver next to her, who hadn’t spoken a word.

The person in the back...

Better not mention.

Benjamin was uncharacteristically quiet. Usually talkative on the road, once in the car, he leaned diagonally on the seatback, legs crossed, absentmindedly playing with his phone, occasionally glancing outside, his brows knitting from time to time.

Moreover, the closer they got to their destination, the more frequently he frowned.

In the silence, Rosie’s gaze occasionally landed on the rear-view mirror, noticing Benjamin’s expression, assuming he wasn’t keen on making this trip.

Not a word was spoken the whole way.

The car arrived at the entrance of the apartment complex.

Benjamin glanced back several times, his expression darkened by something he saw.

As the car entered the complex, Benjamin took a few more glances and finally calmed down.

Soon, the car stopped outside the unit where Rosie lived.

"Thank you."

Rosie unbuckled her seatbelt and only thanked Humphrey.

Unexpectedly, Humphrey quickly tore a page from a notebook, wrote down a long string of numbers in his hand, and handed the piece of paper to Rosie before she got out.

He said, "My phone number."

"Huh?"

Just as Rosie was about to open the door, she froze.

"Someone is following you. Be careful about everything and stay alert," Humphrey advised, waving the paper in his hand. "If anything happens, you can contact me."

Feeling a chill from the gaze behind, Humphrey glanced back and added, "...any of ’us’ is also fine."

"Following?"

Rosie was surprised.

She was sick, a bit out of it, not as vigilant as usual, and absent-minded enough to have missed any oddities.

Could it be—

Benjamin’s reaction in the back seat earlier was due to noticing someone following them?

"Yeah," Humphrey explained. "They picked up the trail after you left the supermarket."

"Got it." Rosie frowned slightly, having a rough idea, and nodded to Humphrey, "Thanks."

She took the piece of paper.

Quickly glancing at the number, she clutched the paper in her hand and asked, "Who are you?"

"Humphrey Jennings."

"Rosie Sullivan."

After introducing themselves to each other.

Rosie then pushed open the car door and got out.

The umbrella and shopping bag were both with Benjamin. Rosie, thinking to just get a bit wet, was about to head to the back seat for her stuff when as soon as she stepped out, an umbrella was tilted over her, perfectly covering her head and encircling her within.

Startled, she looked up.

Benjamin had gotten out of the car at some point and now stood in front of her, holding a transparent umbrella in one hand and handing her shopping bag with the other.

She reached to take the shopping bag.

In that moment, she heard his gentle reminder, "Stay safe."

"..."

Lightly pressing her lips together, Rosie said nothing, then took the umbrella and quickly walked toward the building.

Benjamin stood in the rain for a moment, watching Rosie’s back, then opened the passenger door and got in.

Picking up the coat from the passenger seat, as soon as Benjamin sat down, he questioned Humphrey, "What’s your intention?"

"No intention at all."

Before Benjamin could fasten his seatbelt, Humphrey had already started the car.

"Have you ever given any girl your phone number?" Benjamin frowned, "Normally, you don’t care about anything except for my uncle’s stuff."

With a cigarette in his mouth, Humphrey rolled down the car window, glanced sideways as he lit it, "She resembles my sister. Is it a problem for me to look out for her?"

Benjamin was incredulous, "Since when did you have a sister?"

As far as he knew Humphrey, he was a loner, didn’t even go home for the holidays... Forget about a sister, even relatives were likely scarce.

"..."

Humphrey didn’t respond.

Lighting up the cigarette, the smoke drifted to the side, making Benjamin cough twice.

*

When Nora Scott woke up again, the room was still pitch black, and silence enveloped her.

After a brief daze, Nora removed the eye mask and earplugs Pedro Langley had put on her, then turned over and sat up.

Groping for her phone on the nightstand, the screen lit up, and Nora squinted at it.

One o’clock in the afternoon.

The phone had been set to silent and vibrate off, with several missed calls and messages, which she skimmed through before tossing the phone aside.

Pulling open the curtains to let in the dreary light from outside, Nora glanced at the rain falling beyond the window and frowned, shuffling into the bathroom.

Flicking on the light absentmindedly, she planned to freshen up but was taken aback by the matching items in there.

She looked around in surprise.

Her toothbrush, cup, face towel, and other things had all gone missing, replaced by a new set... or rather, two sets, in a couple’s series.

Did Pedro do this?

Nora pressed her fingers to her temples.

Fortunately, she wasn’t attached to old belongings and quickly adapted. She picked up an electric toothbrush, squeezed on some toothpaste, and brushed her teeth in front of the mirror.

Soon after, hearing a noise from the bedroom, curiosity piqued, she stood in the doorway, toothbrush in mouth, and saw—

Pedro standing by the bed, pulling out a drawer from the nightstand, holding a shopping bag and pulling out items one by one, placing them inside.

Nora’s eyes widened in disbelief.

This old rascal!

"What are you doing?"

Turning off the electric toothbrush, mouth still foamy, Nora couldn’t help but speak.

"Hmm?"

Pedro tilted his head, picked up the last box, and shook it in his hand, displaying it to Nora.

Nora: "..."

After a moment, Nora sighed almost speechlessly, "How will you use all of this?"

Tossing the box into the drawer, Pedro curled his lips, adding a hint of mischief to his calm demeanor, and raised an eyebrow, "You’ll find out if you try."

"..."

Nora remained silent, suddenly recalling the events from last night, feeling slightly flushed. She took two steps back, closing the door firmly behind her.

After gargling, she splashed cold water on her face, physically cooling down her flushed cheeks.

"Knock. Knock. Knock."

A shadow appeared outside the frosted door, occupying a quarter of the space.

The knocking was rhythmic.

Still patting her face, Nora exhaled and asked, "What do you want?"

"Hungry? Let’s go eat."

Pedro’s voice seeped through the door.

Considering the weather, Nora declined, "It’s raining, I don’t feel like going out."

With water pooling everywhere, making everything wet and inconvenient, it was far from pleasant.

Pedro simply responded, "Oh," and said, "Then I’ll order takeout."

Nora immediately opened the door, toothbrush in hand, and gave Pedro a stern look, "Can’t you learn from Marcus and cook by yourself?"

"I can cook." Pedro curled up the corners of his lips, a sly grin breaking through his usually cold demeanor, "You just have to try it and see."

Nora: "..." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

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