Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 286 - 188: Henry Chapman: Disrespectful in Old Age, He Is Unworthy [Part 2]

With an indifferent expression, Henry Chapman said blandly, "I don’t bother being polite to scum."

Mrs. Chapman: ???

How did she find her son’s words so reasonable?

No way, today’s straightforward and crude behavior was way too exhilarating, making her abandon all the pretense of a socialite. She needed to gather herself and reclaim that composure.

"Your gift, although a bit small, is similar to Ethan Scott’s. Where did it come from?" Mrs. Chapman inquired curiously.

"From Nora Scott." Henry answered, casually handing the brocade box to Mrs. Chapman, asking, "Do you want it?"

Mrs. Chapman blinked.

She wasn’t interested in the Mechanical Lotus, but the person who made it...

She was extremely interested!

Immediately, without any hesitation, Mrs. Chapman accepted the brocade box and smiled brightly, "Son! Just for this gift, if your dad tries to hit you when you get home, I can hold him off for a bit!"

"..."

Henry didn’t care.

Whatever he did outside, the Chapman Family would only give lip service, merely wasting a bit of his time.

*

On the other side.

Leaving the Scott family, Flora Loughton got into the car and signaled the driver to start.

She made a call to Marsh Langley.

"Langley, have you ever heard of Biel Hall?"

Flora inquired, her eyebrows and eyes still barely concealing her joy.

Today, her third son really made her proud—usually mature and calm, never resorting to hands-on when he could use tricks and schemes, lacking any punch.

This kind of scene was truly explosive!

"I’ve heard a bit about it. Mom used to have some dealings with Biel Hall." Marsh Langley pondered for a moment, asking, "Why?"

"Is it very impressive?"

With a hum, Marsh Langley replied, "It’s said to be the largest private intelligence organization, even with official backing."

Flora told Marsh Langley about Ethan Scott’s public embarrassment at his birthday celebration, the commotion caused by Nora Scott and Pedro Langley’s intrusion, and Aaron Scott’s birthday banquet turning into a disaster.

Marsh Langley was amazed, "This girl has quite a background."

"Is it possible that we’re overstepping our bounds with the Langley Residence?"

Hearing Marsh Langley’s tone, Flora couldn’t help but worry.

After a brief pause, Marsh Langley said, "Not necessarily."

"With this incident, those families who used to look down on Nora Scott might now be fawning over her." Flora smacked her lips in concern, "Your third son’s so dull and wouldn’t know how to win a girl’s heart. What if this girl gets swept away by some sweet-talking, attentive master? You wouldn’t know, that Chapman son—"

Flora worriedly recounted to Marsh Langley the incident of Henry Chapman confronting and reclaiming the birthday gift.

"The only child of the Chapman Family certainly has a genuine character." Marsh Langley actually laughed.

"Standing up strong, in front of the average young lady, who wouldn’t be swayed?"

"Your son’s not bad either," Marsh Langley comforted.

"Good thing he’s not bad," Flora frowned, "but if things keep going like this, Pedro’s competition will be too intense."

"Leave them be."

"... No, I need to find a way to infiltrate them quietly."

Flora completely disregarded Marsh Langley’s words.

Marsh Langley: "..." Honey, can we give it a rest?

*

Inside the car.

Nora Scott and Pedro Langley sat in the back seat.

The phone kept vibrating continuously, and Nora grew impatient, turning it off without checking any messages.

Beside her, Pedro Langley lowered his eyes, glanced at the phone screen’s messages, and with slightly relaxed eyebrows, asked Nora, "My mom wants to know if you got hurt and if you’re feeling better emotionally?"

Hearing this, Nora paused, slightly surprised, and turned to look.

"She was also there?"

"Yes."

Nora: "..."

The first time, she was caught several times "harassing" Pedro Langley.

The second time, she was caught disrupting the birthday banquet and causing a scene with the Scott family.

Just thinking about it, Nora found it quite embarrassing.

"Hmm?"

The person beside her leaned slightly closer, with a light nasal tone that drew her attention over.

Nora blinked and recalled Pedro’s earlier question.

She said lightly, "I’m okay."

From all perspectives, it was the Scott family that had an issue.

She was perfectly fine.

With a slight narrowing of the eyes, Pedro suddenly covered the back of her hand, grasped it in his palm, and softly asked, "Really okay?"

Nora slightly lowered her eyelids.

She was indeed fine.

Just... a bit bewildered.

Previously, no matter what happened, going home, having a meal, calling Antonio Easton for a casual chat, made her feel secure, and everything seemed trivial.

Suddenly, one day, there was no one at home, and the phone couldn’t connect, leading to an indescribable bewilderment.

As for the recent events at the Scotts...

They didn’t affect her at all.

After a long time, Nora raised her eyelids, fixed her gaze on Pedro, frowned slightly, and said, "I’m sleepy."

It seemed like she hadn’t slept for a few days.

She didn’t feel it before, but now, as she relaxed, she was indeed a little tired.

"Hmm," leaning slightly closer to her, Pedro curled his lips, generously saying, "You can use my shoulder."

Lowering her gaze to his broad and firm shoulder, Nora blinked, surprisingly, without sarcasm or teasing, and just let out an "Oh."

Leaning closer to him, she tilted her head and rested it on his shoulder.

Her nose picked up his scent, the freshness after rain with a faint hint of tobacco.

She closed her eyes, her long, thick eyelashes casting a delicate shadow underneath, with all edges retracted, remaining serene and tranquil, like a beautiful serene painting.

Pedro lowered his gaze to watch her, quietly.

Suddenly, Nora spoke, "Pedro Langley."

"Hmm?"

Her eyelids lifted slightly, and without moving, her eyes reflected Pedro’s handsome face. She chuckled and asked, "What does your mom think?"

At her words, Pedro glanced at his phone screen again, and a few seconds later, somewhat regretfully said, "She says she can’t protect you anymore, feeling a bit disheartened."

With a "pfft" sound, Nora suddenly burst into laughter, burying her face in Pedro’s shoulder.

She laughed so hard her shoulders shook slightly, her whole demeanor relaxed and comfortable, naturally leaning her weight against him.

The cloudy mood enveloping Pedro also dispersed a bit because of her laughter.

Extending an arm, he wrapped it around her waist, making her lean more comfortably. After a brief pause, Pedro added, "I’m a bit disheartened too."

Nora was slightly startled and stopped laughing.

She raised her head, her chin resting on Pedro’s shoulder, her dark, bright pupils glistening with specks of light, gathering into a splendid starry river.

She asked, "Do you want me to protect you?"

"Sure."

Raising an eyebrow, Pedro nodded without hesitation.

He had no objection to becoming a "captive consort," let alone being "protected by her."

Nora chuckled again, extending her arm and drew an arc through the air inside the car, "Then I’ll give the command, from now on, anything concerning the Langley family’s third master with Biel Hall gets a green light."

"All right," Pedro leisurely watched her, "What about your power in the northwest?"

Nora raised an eyebrow, "Pushing your luck, aren’t you?"

Pedro looked down, smirking, "Is that a no?"

He suddenly leaned in, his handsome face abruptly enlarging in vision, with bright deep eyes, slightly curved lips, and a chiseled cold profile... filling the vision and stamping onto the heart.

Her heart skipped a beat, Nora pursed her lips slightly, avoiding direct eye contact, and leaned back onto his shoulder.

She seemed to unintentionally mumble, "Fine, fine, just a matter of saying it."

In the gentle words, Pedro detected a slight tone of reluctance.

Feeling even more pleased, he placed his hand gently over her waist, tightening his embrace.

Nora didn’t dodge, avoided, or resist, closing her eyes and peacefully sleeping on his shoulder.

Her breathing gradually steadied.

Pedro signaled the driver to shut all windows, and the temperature inside the car began to rise again.

Not sure how long had passed—

Pedro’s phone suddenly started vibrating incessantly. He glanced down to find an unfamiliar number.

Momentarily startled, he answered, without speaking, and placed the phone to his ear.

"Hello, is Nora Scott with you?"

A warm and polite inquiry came through the phone.