Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 293 - 191: All-Night Company, Michael Quinn Missing [Part 3]

"Hmm."

"..."

Such a straightforward admission left Pedro Langley, who was in a teasing mood, momentarily speechless.

After a pause, Pedro let it go, full of joy, and laughed, "Not worried about yourself?"

She tricked Ethan Scott out of three million, made him embarrass himself at the birthday feast; threw Ethan over her shoulder, and almost killed Aaron Scott...

The Scott family must hate her to the core right now.

Nora Scott didn’t even bother to raise her eyelids and nonchalantly said, "Just a small fry, can’t stir up any waves."

Her words were arrogant, yet not at all self-important.

Among all the diverse people she had provoked, the pampered and scheming Ethan...was indeed just a small fry, unworthy of concern.

Pedro chuckled lightly but remained noncommittal.

"What about Aaron Scott?" Nora asked abruptly.

"Hospitalized from anger," Pedro said, "He might have to stay for a while."

"As long as he’s alive," Nora’s tone was light and casual, yet it radiated coldness, "Dying would be too easy."

The emphasis in her apathetic tone was full of chilling menace.

Pedro silently stared at her without speaking.

Nora suddenly turned her head and asked him, "What did you do last night?"

Pedro was someone with mild OCD, having been with her these days, now that he’s free, not changing clothes means he didn’t actually go home.

During this break time, Pedro definitely wasn’t around the alley, otherwise, with Michael Quinn present, he would have found an excuse to come for a meal.

He must have gone to do something and came back afterward.

"Thinking about how to cheer you up," Pedro intentionally replied.

"Still joking?"

Dumping the cold rice into the pot, Nora glanced over with a sharp gaze hiding a chilling intent.

Pedro chuckled lightly and had to say, "Went to negotiate a deal."

Nora immediately asked, "Involved with the Scott family?"

"..."

Liking a woman too smart brings no surprise at all.

After a while, Pedro responded with "Hmm," without detailed explanation, and Nora didn’t intend to ask clearly, ending the topic.

...

Two minutes later, Nora brought out a plate of fried rice with eggs.

Golden, with eggs wrapping the rice, clearly layered, sprinkled with chopped green onions, complemented by steaming heat, making it actually appetizing.

"Here."

Passing the kitchen door, Nora handed the fried rice to Pedro.

Pedro took the fried rice to the dining table, stood up without sitting, ate a spoonful, and then said as Nora went by to pour water, "It’s salty."

"Is it?"

Nora paused, casting a suspicious glance over.

Scooping a spoonful of fried rice, Pedro placed the spoon horizontally on the plate, turned it towards her.

He said, "Try a bite."

Despite disbelief, Nora still came over, picked up the spoon, and brought the fried rice to her mouth.

After tasting a couple of bites, her expression gradually cooled down, tossing the spoon into the plate, her gaze hit like a knife.

"Is your taste failing, or are you deliberately nitpicking?"

Facing her anger, Pedro calmly picked up the spoon, shamelessly saying, "Tastes better when shared."

Nora: "..."

Someone please rid the world of this jerk for justice!

Nora ground her teeth secretly.

After Pedro ate another mouthful of fried rice, he asked her, "Not hungry?"

"Not hungry."

Nora left, unable to bear it anymore.

—Afraid of losing control and being violent towards him, I’d end up in jail tomorrow.

By the time Pedro finished his fried rice, it was already past one in the morning.

Nora, wrapped in a blanket, holding a hot water bottle, sat on the sofa and glanced at Pedro as he tidied away the dishes and came out of the bedroom.

"A bit handsome?"

Pedro immediately came up with a reply.

"..." Feeling numb already, Nora continued to look at him, a bit intrigued, "You’ve grown a beard."

Pedro, who always kept himself clean-shaven, was rarely seen with "beard" as such.

Strictly speaking, he had stubble.

His handsome, stern face, with a trace of stubble, carried a bit of wildness, slight decadence, stripping away a bit of dignity, abstinence.

Hearing this, Pedro raised a hand to touch his jaw, indeed feeling the rough texture with his fingertips, he smiled and walked over, "Want to admire?"

"Phone."

Nora raised her brow, beckoning him over.

Guessing her intention, Pedro sat beside her, thoughtfully took out his phone, and switched to the front camera.

But, glancing sideways at Nora wrapped in a blanket, casually crowding the camera, he laughed silently.

"You sure you want a photo wrapped in a blanket?"

"Does it affect the aesthetics?" Nora asked, puzzled.

It didn’t cover her face.

Pedro compromised in a second, "No, just everyday coziness, still looks good."

Pretty people can be reckless.

"..."

Sensing a bit of irony, Nora hesitated but still kept the warm blanket on, taking a selfie with Pedro like this.

Pedro obligingly took several photos, then picked out two good ones and sent them to her on WeChat.

Nora, satisfied, walked away.

She picked up the remote control, switched a few channels, finding nothing worth watching, she turned to Pedro and asked, "Wanna play games?"

Previously, Michael Quinn despised mobile games, so Marcus Shaw recommended a few console games. Shortly after, Michael enthusiastically bought the gear over.

However, it had never been used.

"Hmm."

Sidelining her, Pedro agreed without hesitation.

Nora tossed him the blanket, wearing slippers, went to find the game console.

Pedro clutched the blanket, the soft blanket still held her body warmth, fragrant and warm.

There were only a few hours till dawn, yet neither of them mentioned going to sleep.

Mutual understanding.

Setting aside all topics, the pair focused on gaming, lasting through this cold, damp, long night.

Until dawn.

...

That night, Nora’s phone stayed off.

She was naturally unaware of the series of scandals erupting around the Scott family online overnight—the bisexuality and chaotic private life of Ethan Scott; underhanded construction practices of the Scott family; malpractices in the antiques business...

The power of public opinion can often be stronger than imagined.

In no time, netizens were indignantly condemning, the Scott family was facing public scrutiny from all sides.

...

Morning brought a faint light.

Pedro quietly took the game controller from Nora’s hand, pulled up the disorderly blanket around her.

She lay curled on the sofa, eyes closed, sleeping quietly.

Her profile was exquisite, skin as smooth as porcelain under the dim morning light, from eyebrows down to her hair tips, all soft.

A glance felt like a feather brushing the heart’s edge, a light tickling sensation, capable of softening one’s heart.

*

That afternoon, Nora packed lightly and left the alley, returning to Cloudwater Haven.

At dusk, amidst busyness, she suddenly remembered Michael, checked her WeChat to find no reply, and called him, but his phone was off.

She sent an inquiry message to Joseph Sutton.

A quarter-hour later, she got a reply.

[Joseph Sutton]: Afternoon flight, already gone.

Further inquiries to Joseph Sutton got no response.

Nora seemed to sense something, stopped asking.

Until two days later—

She received a call from Laura Collins.

It was just six in the morning, still sleepy, grumpy, she reluctantly answered, checked her temper.

"Nora, can you reach Michael Quinn?"

Laura Collins’ anxious and urgent tone instantly wiped away Nora’s mood.

With slightly squinted eyes, Nora turned over to sit up on the bed, fingers pinching her temples lightly, asked, "How come?"

"I can’t reach him on the phone, nor on any social media...I’m somewhat worried." Laura urgently finished speaking, then fell silent for a few seconds, gradually calming down, saying, "I also have something to ask him."

"What is it?" Nora pursued.

"My grandpa left all his inheritance to me, Michael might have done something..."