Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 652 - 399: Master Pedro: Raising a Daughter Was a Waste, She’s Totally Unreliable [Second Update]
Nora Scott ultimately couldn’t bring herself to let Pedro Langley go running.
She called Marcus Shaw and Oliver to join her.
As students, their schedules were quite regular. During the winter and spring, they usually got up at six in the morning, while in summer and fall, they got up half an hour earlier.
Yesterday the two of them came in first, and Oliver planned to relax a bit, playing games with Marcus, so they overslept. When they heard the banging on the door, they groggily climbed out of bed and sat there, dumbfounded, staring at each other.
"I can’t believe there’s a day when sis wakes me up."
Oliver, with his hair sticking up, looked dazed and incredulous as if seeing a mythical tale come to life.
Marcus remained silent, wordlessly lifting the covers and getting up, opening the bedroom door.
"Sis."
"Five minutes, get ready." Nora was straightforward, "I’m taking you downstairs for a run."
"..."
"..."
Oliver was too shocked. Due to his injured right hand being inconvenient, he accidentally fell off the bed and let out a hiss as he got up. Propping himself on the bed with his left elbow, he peered at Nora at the door.
And at this sight, he was amazed again.
She was wearing a white short-sleeve hoodie, black capri pants, casual and loose. Her hair was tied into a bun, revealing her fair, delicate face. Suddenly she looked lively and energetic, like a flower spirit, dazzling to the eye.
"Sis, you look like you’re seventeen or eighteen. The photo brother-in-law posted online was spot on," Oliver genuinely commented.
Nora didn’t consider this a compliment at all.
Thus, after giving him a sidelong glance with a smile, Nora changed her tune: "Three minutes."
"..."
Oliver was speechless.
Marcus turned around and shot him a cold glare.
"I was wrong."
Oliver got up, ruffling his short hair, and immediately admitted his mistake.
Marcus stepped out in his slippers and headed to the bathroom.
Oliver suddenly remembered something and followed behind Marcus, whispering, "Hey, have you noticed that sis has been more energetic lately? Before... how do I say it, maybe because of Sir Easton, I always felt like she was a bit lethargic, didn’t like to talk, and when she did, she was prickly and really mysterious."
"As soon as spring arrives, she becomes like this." Marcus glanced at her, then looked over at Nora, who was running to the balcony to water the cactus. He withdrew his gaze and lowered his voice a few notches, "I suspect she hibernates."
!
Although it was a bit far-fetched, the more Oliver thought about it, the more sense it made. He agreed, "Maybe all fairies are like this."
"..."
Nora certainly was a fairy.
The brighter the sunshine, the more dazzling she became.
*
Before six o’clock, Oliver and Marcus returned, drenched in sweat, their bodies soaked as if they’d been drawn out of water.
As they passed by the next-door entrance, the door opened, and Pedro Langley came out carrying a trash bag.
"Brother-in-law."
"Brother-in-law."
The two looked at him and greeted.
Seeing them in this state, Pedro wasn’t surprised at all, calmly asking, "Done running?"
"Yeah."
"Where is she?"
"Still running," Oliver explained, "On the way, she ran into Miss Collins and her husband, and sis got into a competition with Miss Collins’ husband. She might come back a bit late."
Katherine Collins and her husband lived in this neighborhood, and the day before yesterday evening, she brought a lot of food over, got acquainted with them, and became familiar faces.
"Hmm."
Pedro nodded slightly.
Adrian Ford...
What was a grown man competing with his girlfriend for?
"Brother-in-law, is my sis always this good at running?"
Taking a breath, Oliver asked a question.
He and Marcus only knew that Nora had some skills, unlike other girls who were delicate. But since Nora didn’t like to practice yoga and rarely engaged in physical exercise, they never thought her stamina was that impressive. But well, when Nora said she would take them downstairs for a run, it really was like being "taken" along.
Effortlessly so.
Oliver was on the basketball team, and Marcus had practiced. They both usually exercised a lot and were in the prime of their youthful endurance, yet they were still utterly defeated by Nora.
Absolutely floored.
Especially Oliver, who, with his right hand still in a sling, was the first to bow out.
After one lap, they were exhausted and panting, while Nora was still jumping around. She borrowed a basketball from the boys on the court to have them teach her how to shoot.
Pedro slowly spoke, "When she was your age—"
Marcus and Oliver looked up.
"She had already graduated from martial arts training," Pedro said.
Martial arts training involved more than just basic skills and techniques; it also required physical training.
Pedro had only recently heard this from Nora during their idle chats.
Nora’s senior apprentice sister, Fátima, had set her sights on joining the military at age eight, and spent several years desperately learning martial arts with James Mason. At twelve, she began formal military training, including special forces training. As a student, she rarely attended classes, taking every opportunity to learn military skills and wilderness survival, embodying both literary and martial prowess.
