Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 607 - 365: This Woman Is Simply Lethal [Part 2]

Chapter 607: Chapter 365: This Woman Is Simply Lethal [Part 2]

"Really, the fans and passersby have surprisingly consistent attitudes—they won’t mind her presence as long as she’s not acting."

"With such a great resource as ’Twelve’, is she really not planning to get involved?"

"’Twelve’ will make an official announcement at the end of the month, so we’ll know by then."

"You guys keep chatting. ’Base No. 9’ is about to update, so I’ll check it out first."

...

*

Nora Scott quickly completed her look.

It only took a few minutes to change into a school uniform, and after a quick hair styling, it was done. Her skin was naturally excellent, so there was hardly a need for a base; the makeup artist praised her while working, and soon finished.

Dubois stood outside the nanny van, bored, holding the program script and waiting.

When he heard the car door opening, he immediately turned around and saw Nora Scott stepping out of the van, slightly bending over in her school uniform.

At the sight, he felt a shiver up his spine.

Since it was for a variety show shoot, the chosen school uniform was not a conventional one, but a delicately beautiful sailor suit with slight modifications.

It featured a white long-sleeved shirt on top with a scarf and a gray-brown pleated short skirt on the bottom, paired with brown over-the-knee socks and white canvas shoes.

Dubois was confident in Nora Scott’s looks, but her beauty was always bold and fierce, and he was vaguely worried that she might have difficulty pulling off this innocent look. He feared it might appear out of place on camera.

Little did he expect—

Perfect!

A living, breathing goddess of innocence from school.

The dim lighting and swaying tree shadows created a hazy effect. The night breeze blew her skirt and the long hair tied behind her head, and under the warm glow, her skin appeared white and transparent with no blemishes. A lifted leaf brushed past her ear and flew into the endless night sky behind her.

As beautiful as a painting.

Dubois remained dumbfounded.

In a daze, he suddenly recalled—that Nora Scott, like everyone else, had grown up slowly from childhood, not matured overnight.

She, too, once had her youthful, innocent days.

Thinking of Nora Scott during her college days, recalling that photo of her back from five years ago that went viral, his previously restless heart gradually calmed down.

"You’re here."

Turning her head to see Dubois, Nora Scott smiled slightly and raised her brows, stepping towards him.

Dubois broke out in a cold sweat, as if facing a formidable enemy, "You, you, you... don’t smile at me."

"Huh?"

Nora Scott paused, feeling quite puzzled.

"I’m a bit nervous." Dubois stepped back half a step defensively, "I’m afraid of betraying my girlfriend."

"..."

Nora Scott was momentarily speechless.

"This is the guest script," Dubois said, tilting his head and glancing at her from the corner of his eye, handing over the script, "there’s no important information, just take a look if you want. Also, our camaraderie ends here for tonight. If you need anything, just grab any crew member, and they’ll help you."

Nora Scott: "... Is it really that serious?"

She silently took the script.

Suddenly, she raised her eyes, remembering something, cried out "Hey—", but Dubois had already slipped away.

The makeup artist, who got out of the car right after, leaned against the car door, laughing so hard she nearly bent over, her laughter ringing like silver bells.

Nora Scott turned sideways, looking over leisurely.

The makeup artist curbed her laughter, blinked at her, and asked, "Were you surely the school belle during your school days?"

"Ah." Nora Scott raised her eyebrows, thinking for a moment, "Probably."

During school, indeed, many called her the "school belle."

However—

There were no public evaluations, and everyone had different tastes, so it was fine to say it privately, but there was no need to declare it openly.

The makeup artist laughed, "So modest."

Holding her phone, Nora Scott swayed a little, "Can you do me a favor?" she asked.

"Ah, sure."

Looking at Nora Scott’s face, the makeup artist nodded without hesitation.

...

The night grew darker.

Sitting in the car, Pedro Langley opened the window to let the night breeze in. He didn’t close his eyes to rest but kept checking his phone every ten seconds.

He wasn’t impatient.

About half an hour later, finally, the screen lit up; Nora Scott had sent a picture.

Pedro Langley had low expectations for Nora Scott’s photography skills, hoping only that her looks could carry it. Even if the photo was blurry, overexposed, or had a bad angle, he could still discern some of her beauty from it.

—Lately, his imagination had improved from seeing Nora Scott’s photos.

Unexpectedly, when he opened the photo—

Pedro Langley’s pupils contracted sharply.

His heart thumped fiercely, as if it could burst out of his chest.

A high-definition photo.

Taken by someone else.

The photographer stood outside the car, while Nora Scott was sitting inside the nanny van.

In bright lighting, her skin looked almost translucent. She slightly tilted her head, her lips curling into a shallow smile, her half-curved eyes seemed to hide a thousand stars, bright and radiant, inky black. Her eyes held a playful mischief, vivid and lively.

Beneath the thin sailor suit, her figure was fully revealed; her slender waist could be held easily, the shirt fabric clung to her waist in the wind, its contours clear, one could imagine the supple strength of her waist just by looking at the photo.

The skirt lifted, revealing two slender, well-proportioned long legs, paired with over-the-knee socks, exuding a unique allure.

Innocence, vitality, playfulness.

He had imagined Nora Scott in her high school days.

She was someone he would never get enough of, and now seeing this photo, an inexplicable surge of excitement stirred his emotions.

Pedro Langley took a deep breath, his Adam’s apple unconsciously bobbed twice, his deep, dark eyes hid unclear obscure light, like the deep sea, inch by inch engulfing.

This woman...

Is amazing.

Rarely did he not reply to Nora Scott’s message. Pedro Langley pressed the lock screen button, put away his phone, took out a pack of cigarettes, and pushed the door open to get out of the car.

Damn.

He didn’t know how long they would record, and a single pack of cigarettes might not be enough.

*

Nora Scott sent the photo to Pedro Langley and, after waiting for two minutes without a response, guessed he might have fallen asleep, so she didn’t send any more messages to disturb him, and simply put her phone away.

"Boyfriend?"

The makeup artist leaned over, asking with interest.

Upon initially seeing Nora Scott, the makeup artist thought she seemed quite aloof, but after a short half-hour, she felt that although Nora Scott didn’t talk much, she had an inexplicable sense of approachability.

In short—

She wasn’t pretentious.

No airs.

"Yes."

Nora Scott admitted without concealment and stepped out of the nanny van.

"Is it true you’ve been dating for five years, as rumored?" The makeup artist asked a bit nosily.

"Pretty much."

According to Pedro Langley’s shameless "silent treatment for five years" remark... they had actually been dating for six years.

The makeup artist "ah"-ed, asking rather enviously, "Did you start dating in college?"

"Yes."

Nora Scott confirmed again.

At this time, a staff member standing nearby to watch Nora Scott’s attire, upon hearing this, staggered slightly, nearly tumbling over.

???

He stopped, looking at Nora Scott’s back in confusion.

Wasn’t it said...

That Nora Scott hadn’t even gone to college?

During the past six months of Nora Scott’s skyrocketing fame, there was a period when netizens lamented—Nora Scott, a person quite brilliant in many ways (except acting), would have been better if she had pursued her studies; even getting into an art school, a bachelor’s degree would be better than a high school diploma.

"Low cultural level" had once become a point of criticism.

Many envied Nora Scott’s free and easy life, wandering at a young age with both capital and experience, but—

Some parents used Nora Scott as a negative example, forbidding their children to follow in her footsteps, even restricting their fondness for her.

But now—

Nora Scott acknowledged she "went to college"?

Well.

Possibly... 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Even a fairy has vanity, right?

Looking at Nora Scott’s stunning back, the staff thought so and didn’t take it too seriously.