Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 289 - 189: Michael Quinn: Off on a Trip, Remember to Miss Me_3

The courtyard that was once somewhat lively suddenly turned cold and silent.

Nora Scott stood at the gate, not going in, looking at the empty and quiet courtyard, and suddenly felt a bit dazed.

On a hot summer day, Antonio Easton sat on a stool in front of the door, leisurely fanning himself with a palm fan;

As night fell, Antonio Easton would bustle about in the kitchen, while little Nora Scott made mischief in front of the window;

After a heavy snowfall in winter, Antonio Easton would pull little Nora Scott to build a snowman, which was despised for being too ugly;

...

This place held all her childhood memories.

Thinking back, they were all peaceful and comfortable.

Antonio Easton never chastised her for getting into trouble outside, nor criticized or educated her for poor grades. He seldom inquired about her matters, leaving everything to her discretion.

Therefore, her memories of this place were left with only relaxation, ease, and freedom.

Her childhood was never unhappy or anxious, without endless efforts.

The night was approaching.

From behind, accompanied by steady footsteps, came Michael Quinn’s nonchalant voice, "Back already?"

"Hmm."

Responding softly, Nora Scott turned around.

Michael Quinn, hands in his pockets, stopped as her gaze swept over him, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Moving out?"

"Moving tomorrow."

The significance of staying here was gone.

Nora Scott walked forward, passed two steps, and sat down under the eaves sheltering from the rain.

Michael Quinn then took a few steps forward and sat beside her.

"I heard you caused a big scene at the Scott family place today?"

"Where’d you hear that?" Nora Scott glanced at him.

Michael Quinn was shocked, "Well, considering the level of commotion your incident caused, do you think the news could be kept under wraps?"

"True."

Nora Scott nodded in agreement.

In such a brief moment, the people in the upper circles of Fenton City probably already got the news.

Michael Quinn had many friends in various circles, so it wasn’t surprising they knew about it.

"I was actually quite worried about you..." He paused, then tugged at the corner of his mouth, a smile spreading to his eyes, "But now it’s fine, as long as you act wilfully and stir up trouble, there’s always someone to back you up."

"..."

Nora Scott gave him a glance but said nothing.

Michael Quinn laughed with ease.

After a while, Michael Quinn rested his elbow on his knee, looking at the thin rain flying in the alley, and suddenly said, "I want to go on a long trip; not sure when I’ll be back."

"Where to?"

Playing with a broken blade of grass with her fingers, Nora Scott turned to look at him.

Michael Quinn shrugged, "Stole a list, planning to visit places according to the addresses on it. Just want to roam around like you."

"Oh."

Turning his head, Michael Quinn put away his careless demeanor, his expression gaining seriousness, "Take care of old Quinn for me."

Nora Scott did not respond, lightly tossing the request back to him, "Take care yourself."

Michael Quinn laughed, helplessly protesting, "To be fair, when you were out adventuring, we sure took good care of Sir Easton."

"Did Sir Easton really need you to take care of him?" Nora Scott squinted at him, "I remember you came to his place every now and then to bum a meal, didn’t you?"

"Well, you..." Pausing slightly, Michael Quinn’s gaze grew distant, his tone light, "Often go to the Quinn family house to mooch a meal, then. You can even casually take his paintings and calligraphy, show them off when giving them as gifts."

"Hmm."

Responding softly, Nora Scott saw a drop of water fall from the eaves, landing on her hand, coolly, she paused and said, "Come back soon."

Michael Quinn turned to ask, "Will you miss me?"

"Yes."

"Really?"

"Hmm."

Nora Scott looked at him seriously.

"..." Startled for a moment, Michael Quinn laughed silently, raising a hand to awkwardly scratch his neck, muttering, "You’re so honest, it’s making me shy."

"Still not thick-skinned enough."

Tossing the grass aside, Nora Scott rose. She climbed the steps, pushed open the door, then paused and asked him, "Would you like to stay for dinner?"