Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 584 - 351: This Father and Daughter Are Just Too Adorable!

Chapter 584: Chapter 351: This Father and Daughter Are Just Too Adorable!

"Came to see you. By the way," Nora paused, raised her hand and took the shopping bag from Crystal Hughes, then squinted and asked, "I heard your new book features my glorious deeds?"

"..."

Crystal was at a loss.

???

The new book only has a manuscript, and a large pile of materials haven’t been organized yet. Even Peter Hughes doesn’t know about it. How did Nora find out?

After being bewildered for a moment, Crystal asked suspiciously, "How do you know?"

"Fátima is my little senior sister."

"Ah..." Crystal blinked, suddenly realizing, "Captain Morton."

Since there is a mutual acquaintance, everything happening now can be naturally accepted.

"Mom."

Upon hearing the two talking, Andrew Hughes finally came to his senses, put down the piece of paper in his hand, and ran over to greet Crystal.

Crystal found a baseball cap from a bag in her hand, pinched the brim, took it out, and put it on Andrew’s head, bending down to ask, "Do you like it?"

"I like it."

Andrew, without a chance to clearly see the baseball cap, uttered the standard answer without hesitation.

Crystal’s lips curved into a smile.

Nora raised her eyebrow.

"Have you been here long?" Walking into the entrance, Crystal asked Nora while changing shoes and explained, "I went out to buy groceries, got engrossed in shopping, and got delayed for a bit."

Nora paused, just about to speak, when Andrew said, "Not long! Nora just arrived." 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Nora: ???

Nearly an hour equals "just arrived"?

Crystal believed it.

Andrew turned his back, winked at Nora, looking a bit nervous and pleading.

Nora chuckled softly.

Marcus Shaw mentioned that the mother and son didn’t spend much time together, but their relationship was good, and Andrew was quite protective of Crystal. There was no estrangement despite not being together for long periods.

Placing the ingredients in the kitchen, Crystal didn’t prepare dinner now but instead let Andrew play on his own while she privately chatted with Nora.

She explained as soon as she started speaking, "The manuscript and materials are still under review, it’ll take a while before they can be sent back. I can’t show you now."

Nora said, "I’m here to pick up Marcus and the others, and happened to come see you."

Crystal was slightly stunned, then smiled gently, feeling a bit sentimental, "I really didn’t expect to see you again someday."

Nora wasn’t surprised that Crystal didn’t recognize her.

She was a minor celebrity and not well-known.

Although Crystal worked in media, she had nothing to do with entertainment and normally didn’t interact with celebrities like her.

Just like Nora, after parting with Crystal, never thought of searching Crystal’s name online.

"Me too." Nora mumbled, then brought up the book again, "Little senior sister said your new book isn’t planned for publication?"

"Hmm. Haven’t decided yet."

Crystal pressed her lips, nodded slightly.

Nora laughed openly, with a hint of flair in her eyes, "Is my story not dramatic enough, or is the Butterfly Effect not interesting enough?"

"..."

Crystal stared at Nora for a moment, inexplicably feeling like laughing.

So, she actually laughed, "You really haven’t changed a bit."

Nora shrugged.

Back then, she met Crystal in that little bar.

Crystal had been there for a while, working on local residents’ life programs during the turbulent local political scene, specifically focusing on the daily entertainment of local residents at that ordinary yet lively bar.

No one expected that in that place, they would witness a small dispute capable of changing the historical structure.

At that time, neither she and her colleagues nor Nora herself thought that a seemingly insignificant dispute happening daily in various corners could change the future dynamics of that country.

It was also because of Nora’s sensational actions that Crystal proactively approached Nora, getting acquainted with her.

"Just write it." Tossing the apple in her hand, Nora raised her eyebrow, "I’m quite looking forward to it."

After contemplating for a moment, Crystal decided not to change her mind due to her words but answered thoughtfully, "I’ll consider it seriously."

Nora didn’t pressure her.

She vaguely knew about Crystal’s situation.

Nora wasn’t genuinely looking forward to seeing her own invisible show-off history get published, but... she and Fátima both felt they could find something for Crystal to do.

...

Approaching four o’clock, Crystal planned to make quite a number of dishes, needing to start preparing now, so she let Andrew play on his own while she carried the ingredients into the kitchen.

Nora leaned against the kitchen door, casually chatting with Crystal.

Work topics were scarcely discussed; the focus was on Marcus and Andrew.

Unknowingly, they touched on quite a few topics.

Nora clearly sensed Crystal’s low mood, despite her gentle and considerate demeanor, speaking softly and occasionally laughing heartily, she often seemed distracted, forgetful, occasionally giving off a sense of "forced smiles."

Nothing could be done.

This is a sickness.

Nora Scott is not much of a talker and never fears awkward silences—after all, the awkwardness is someone else’s issue. However, with Crystal Hughes, she occasionally initiates some conversation.

—It almost always starts with complaints about Marcus Shaw.

Not very talkative;

Overly controlling;

Single-minded in his tasks;

Competes with his younger brother in studies;

...

Nora Scott rants with such gusto you can’t help but laugh.

"I quite like him," Crystal Hughes is amused by her earnest roasts, smiling as she says, "He’s particularly endearing as a boy."

"Hmm."

Nora Scott gives no particular opinion.

However, she doesn’t miss a beat in her rants.

"I’m back."

Peter Hughes’ booming voice is so penetrating that even the neighbors could probably hear it clearly.

"Uncle, is this your..." Nora Scott turns her head, glancing at the doorway, surprised and searching for the right words, "second spring?"

He looks completely different from the last time, when he seemed like a sloppy, laid-back uncle.

Today, his short hair is clearly trimmed and styled, and his casual clothes are new, neither washed out nor torn, clean and neat.

Previously unkempt, even a bit stubbled, now he’s shaven clean and smooth, presenting a totally renewed mental outlook.

He looks at least ten years younger.

Nora Scott stands in awe.

The power of a daughter?

The magic of love?

"What second spring—" Peter Hughes mutters discontentedly, then after changing his shoes, he looks up to see Nora Scott leaning against the kitchen doorway, exclaiming in delight, "Wow! Beauty Scott! Marcus Shaw’s little sister!"

Nora Scott: "..."

Ever since Peter Hughes unexpectedly found out Marcus Shaw was taking care of Nora Scott at home, he started calling her "little sister" with a mischievous grin every time he did, making him seem like he’s asking for a punch.

"Hughes, come help with the veggies."

Crystal Hughes calls out from the kitchen.

After tossing the bag aside, Peter Hughes walks over grandly, "Coming, coming."

As soon as he enters the kitchen, Peter Hughes starts shooing Crystal Hughes away, "Go, go, go, beautiful young girls should be outside chatting."

Crystal Hughes frowns, "I promised Andrew to make this for him."

Ignoring Crystal Hughes, Peter Hughes glances towards the doorway and yells, "Little Handsome Hughes!"

"Yes!"

Andrew Hughes comes running over with quick steps.

Peter Hughes turns to ask him, "Are you going to eat what your ’godfather’ makes for you?"

"Yes!"

Andrew Hughes replies crisply.

"Alright, go, go, go."

Peter Hughes smiles triumphantly, waving them off.

Helplessly, Crystal Hughes exchanges a glance with Nora Scott.

She gives Peter Hughes a few instructions before slowly leaving the kitchen.

At this moment, Nora Scott belatedly senses something odd, furrowing her brows in suspicion, "Godfather?"

"Oh, this..." Crystal Hughes feels a bit awkward, "It’s a long story."

"What long story..." Peter Hughes interrupts while washing his hands, "Our daughter thinks Little Handsome Hughes will get bullied at the kindergarten for not having a dad, so she asked her old man—"

Peter Hughes points to himself with pride, saying, "Which is me. To tidy himself up and pretend to be Little Handsome Hughes’ dad."

Nora Scott: "..." Sis, your imagination is really something.

Crystal Hughes: "..." This hopeless dad is just embarrassing us beyond measure.

"I think you’re just thirty," Nora Scott scrutinizes Peter Hughes closely, touching her chin as she evaluates, "except, your skin’s a bit weathered."

Peter Hughes is indeed handsome, has a good foundation, perhaps due to a positive attitude, without many wrinkles, appearing quite young. Just a bit of tidying up, and he’s a charming uncle.

But, no matter how good the foundation is, it can’t withstand the long years of exposure to sun and rain, making the skin tanned and rather rough.

"Oh," reminded by Nora Scott’s words, Crystal Hughes quickly remembers, leaning towards the kitchen to say, "Hughes, I bought a few boxes of face masks and left them in your room. Remember to use two to three a week."

"What?"

Peter Hughes turns back in horror, hand unsteady with the knife, almost dropping it.

"..."

Nora Scott can’t hold back, letting out a laugh.

Whoa?

This father-daughter duo is just too adorable!