Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 337 - 214: Reconciliation and Rekindled Feelings

The driver held up a payment QR code without looking back, embodying an air of aloof elegance before the two of them.

Pedro Langley scanned the code to pay.

Nora Scott grabbed her coat and got out of the car first.

Meanwhile, a staff member from Virtue Retreat, already waiting outside with a food box, beamed with delight when they saw her.

"Miss Scott, here are the dishes you ordered."

They handed over two food boxes.

Having just put away the QR code, the driver was quite shocked to overhear the staff’s words through the open car door and widened his eyes.

"..."

Does acting go this far?

Scammers these days are terrifying!

Pedro Langley stepped out of the car, and the door closed, cutting off the conversation between the staff member and the beauty outside — it was obvious they were showing off in front of this freeloader.

Resenting scammers to the core, filled with righteousness, the driver unbuckled his seatbelt, leaned into the passenger seat, and rolled down the window.

Outside, the staff’s voice filtered in: "Last week, the restaurant added two new dishes. The owner always wanted you to try, so they included it this time."

Driver: "..."

Look at that!

Look at that!

How well does this fake act play out?

Even the owner caters to her!

What prestige she has?

"Since when did Virtue Retreat start delivering?"

The driver couldn’t stand it anymore and leaned out to inquire, wanting to expose this ridiculous lie.

The staff turned to see him, smiled kindly, and replied, "Sorry, Virtue Retreat hasn’t started delivery services yet."

Ha!

At least there’s some wit!

The driver pointed to the two food boxes, "Then, what’s all this about?"

The staff was momentarily stunned, glanced at Nora Scott, and continued to explain after seeing her slight nod, "Miss Scott is a special customer of Virtue Retreat."

"What kind of rule is that?"

The driver frowned, seeking to find a flaw in the statement.

"Well, you see," the staff smiled as warmly as a spring breeze and replied firmly, "Our boss’s ancestors don’t have to adhere to rules."

Driver: "..."

The weather outside was cold, and with their clothes damp, neither Nora Scott nor Pedro Langley stayed out for long. They shrugged with a smile, Pedro took the food box, and together they entered Cloud Sky Hotel.

...

A few minutes later.

The disbelieving driver was quite stunned watching the staff get into a Maybach, then silently pressed the gas pedal and followed the luxury car.

Little did he expect—

After a short distance, he saw the Maybach drive into the parking lot of Virtue Retreat, the staff got out with an umbrella, walked uprightly and directly into Virtue Retreat.

Driver: "..."

A little, shocked.

Turns out... just picking up a random passenger could really bring a noble?

*

In the suite at Cloud Sky Hotel.

"Let’s eat after taking a shower."

Sitting on the sofa, Nora Scott flipped through the food boxes on the coffee table, browsing the dishes inside.

The aroma was especially enticing.

She threw her wet coat onto a chair, and Pedro Langley casually undid two shirt buttons, saying indifferently, "You go first."

Nora Scott glanced at him, "I didn’t get as soaked as you."

With a smirk, Pedro stepped forward, stopping at her side, then leaned slightly, looking at her, "Or, shall we shower together?"

His low, magnetic voice, deliberately softened, carried a teasing, flirtatious undertone.

"..." Nora glared at him and moved aside, frowning, "I don’t have clothes."

"I’ve got some in the wardrobe."

Nora was quite surprised, "You have this kind of hobby?"

"..."

After a two-second pause, Pedro understood.

A moment later, he responded easily, "If you’re interested, I can slowly cultivate this hobby."

"..."

A cross-dressing fetish, coming out of his mouth, suddenly seemed improper.

This man, he’s really something now.

Clapping her hands, Nora couldn’t be bothered to banter more, got up to look for the wardrobe. She opened the door, scanned through the similarly styled clothes, and found a jacket.

Considering her damp white long T-shirt, she also grabbed a shirt.

She didn’t take a bath, just quickly showered, then changed into the clothes and walked out.

She was tall and slim, but compared to Pedro Langley, there was still a gap; his clothes looked loose on her, but she didn’t let herself appear too disheveled.

She didn’t button the shirt’s hem, tying it directly at the front, showing a slender waist that appeared and disappeared with her movements. She rolled up the sleeves to her elbows and used a paperclip to tighten the cuffs to prevent them from slipping down. The collar’s buttons weren’t fastened, spreading open to reveal her elegant collarbones.