Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 651 - 398: He’s Amusing Enough, and I’m Bored Enough
"Yes." Nora Scott cupped his face, lifted it slightly, and lowered her head to meet his gaze, warning him, "You just wait and see if you stand me up."
Pedro Langley’s clear eyes carried a smile, spreading gently, layer by layer, incredibly captivating. When he smiled without being guarded, he seemed relaxed and lazy, making it hard to associate him with a seasoned and strong-willed CEO.
This side of him could only be seen by Nora Scott.
Wanted to pamper him.
Nora Scott couldn’t help but give his face a wipe.
Truly a person favored by the heavens, staying up all night without any oily skin, still refreshing and clean.
"I wouldn’t dare." Pedro Langley rasped, catching her hand, with a faint smile at the corner of his lips, "Be good, go to sleep."
Nora Scott raised her eyebrows, "There’s still an hour till sunrise, I’ll keep you company."
It was not yet four o’clock, and usually, sunrise was around five. Nora Scott was used to staying up late, and didn’t have the habit of persuading others to sleep and wake up early, but she had some experience in keeping others company during late nights.
"What are you going to do?" asked Pedro Langley. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂
If it was playing the bamboo flute, then forget it; he was afraid he’d close off on the spot.
Reading his thoughts, Nora Scott found it both infuriating and amusing, gave his head a rub, and said speechlessly, "Read."
"...What have you been reading lately?"
Actually, given Nora Scott’s background of dropping out halfway, reading seemed quite out of sync. Yet, when she was in university, Nora Scott liked spending time in the library, and even now, when Pedro Langley went next door to find her, he would occasionally see Nora Scott reading in the study.
Sometimes it was comic books, sometimes academic papers, sometimes biographies; generally speaking, it was quite eclectic.
Nora Scott furrowed her brows, "Going crazy, need to study local customs and geological structures."
Pedro Langley could hear her tone carried some reluctance, and asked puzzled, "Why read those?"
"For work."
"Acting?" Pedro Langley was slightly taken aback.
"Guiding, providing a strategic plan for action." Nora Scott thought of the favors she owed and couldn’t help but complain, "Gustavo Thompson says, read ten thousand books, travel ten thousand miles. ...I’m just a martial artist and I have to chew through books, that’s insane."
"..."
Pedro Langley couldn’t hold back and shook with silent laughter.
"What are you laughing at."
Nora Scott ruffled his hair in a lightly irritated manner.
Pedro Langley leaned his head back, looked at her, and said honestly, "I’ve always felt you were the kind of person who does a blood-stained knife edge kind of job. After all, you’re a leader."
But reading books?
"..."
Nora Scott gave his forehead a slap, not bothering to argue with him.
She had her standards. Matters of the Martial World weren’t suitable to discuss too much with him.
Her set of guiding materials... on the black market, who knows how many people are scrambling to buy them.
Experience and knowledge, possessing either one, is significant. Possessing both is rare.
If it weren’t for her current health issues, with plans to gradually withdraw, otherwise if she slightly revealed her business operations along the northwest route, how many people would be eager to throw money at her... This guy knows squat!
*
Nora Scott went to make Pedro Langley a cup of milk, then sat at the bay window with a thick volume of cultural studies to research.
The desk was close to the bay window, with a floor lamp placed in between. Nora Scott didn’t notice, and when she opened the book to the bookmark, suddenly she saw warm yellow light falling on the pages, forming a halo.
Nora Scott turned her head.
Pedro Langley had gotten up, left his original spot, holding the milk, standing by the floor lamp, slightly turned, looking in her direction, with a subtle curve of his lips, seemingly in a good mood.
The light was turned on by him.
After taking a sip of warm milk, Pedro Langley met her gaze, smiled, "Have you ever considered getting a bachelor’s degree certificate?"
Nora Scott chuckled, "Us Martial World folks don’t care about that."
"Will you always be in the Martial World?"
"Not a fan?"
"I’m afraid that when you’re older, you won’t be able to beat the young and strong, bruising your ego," Pedro Langley said nonchalantly.
"..."
Nora Scott paused, her eyes slightly wide.
"Also, when you read, you have a special aura." Pedro Langley added, "When you’re old, it should be even more charming."
"..."
One day at a time, Nora Scott had never thought about years down the line. Now following Pedro Langley’s train of thought, imagining the future, her expression immediately turned a bit stiff.
After a while, she spoke softly, "Pedro Langley."
"Hmm?"
"At sunrise, let’s go running."
"..."
Pedro Langley felt like he’d dug a hole for himself, and with a turn, was pushed into it by Nora Scott.
Running with Nora Scott would truly be ego-crushing.
Yet, he dared not refuse.
Draining the milk, Pedro Langley put down the glass cup, his mood indescribable.
...
Nora Scott and Pedro Langley didn’t talk much.
One focused on researching programs on the computer, another sat by the window, diligently flipping through books.
Occasionally, Pedro Langley would pause, lazily lean back, and turn his head to watch Nora Scott on the side.
Nora Scott was very quiet when reading, her long legs stretching and curling, the book spread on her lap, her expression calm and collected, occasionally frowning slightly. She never took notes, reading at a fast pace, often flipping the page soon after, yet her composed manner often made people feel that she wasn’t just skimming but truly absorbing the knowledge she sought.
Sometimes when Nora Scott was tired of reading, she’d take a break and fix her gaze on Pedro Langley to lighten her mood.
This man, the way he was built, every facial feature of his, all the lines, aligned perfectly with her aesthetic, never boring her from every angle.
Usually, he was expressionless when working, his mature eyes carrying a fierce edge, losing some of the laid-back demeanor, occasionally making slight lip pressing or brow furrowing motions, extremely subtle, his contours hinting at a sharp intensity. Compared to usual, it was a completely different flavor, but each move was highly enchanting, drawing people in.
He could guess without saying it—
There must be many girls in the company who like him.
Back in college, even if he was made to wait downstairs for Nora Scott for a while, there would be girls nervously approaching him, blushing.
What a troublemaker.
As dawn broke, morning light creeping in, bathing the room, making the lamp’s light seem insignificant.
Pedro Langley paused his work, stretched his stiff fingers, leaned back, lazily leaning, and looked over with smiling eyes, "You’ve been staring for almost a quarter of an hour, haven’t had enough?"
Nora Scott tilted her head, resting her chin on one hand, very straightforward, "Yeah."
"..."
Pedro Langley paused.
Then, unable to resist, he laughed, his fingers brushing his nose, smiling helplessly and indulgently.
The more straightforward she was...
The less he wanted to leave her.
Nora Scott closed the book, holding it against her chest, and stepped down from the bay window.
Her hair was loose, the open window letting in cool morning wind, stirring her strands in the breeze, lightly flying behind her. The sunlight broke through the clouds, casting a sharp morning light, angled and spilling in, covering her with a fluffy layer of gold light.
So beautiful it took one’s breath away.
Immortal Scott walked over barefoot, casually turned off the floor lamp, placed the book on the table, and circled behind him.
"After staying up all night, you won’t drop dead running, will you?"
She freed her hands, fingers covering both sides of his temples, gently kneading.
Nora Scott generally didn’t serve people.
But she genuinely cared for him, thus offering him special treatment.
"...I shouldn’t."
Pedro Langley’s mouth twitched.
Nora Scott still wasn’t reassured. Moments later, she made a decision, "You can take a walk, I’ll run."
"Not practicing the bamboo flute?" Pedro Langley asked.
"I’ve arranged to meet Julian Linfield at six, there’s time."
Suddenly thinking of something, Pedro Langley asked, "He didn’t plan to teach you, did he?"
"Yes."
Nora Scott said ambiguously.
Each time she would only play for him, after listening he’d criticize her, discourage her, and when inspired he’d offer a few pointers, but seeing her progress slow he’d simply drop it, hardly mentioning it again.
Pedro Langley lazily smiled, "Yet you still take his criticism everyday?"
"He’s quite witty, and I’m quite bored. Besides—"
Saying this, Nora Scott suddenly recalled something, her brow slightly moving, both hands tugging at Pedro Langley’s ears, "Whenever he listens to me play, he never wears earplugs."
Pedro Langley: "..."
The master’s composure truly is exceptional!
