Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 341 - 215: Nora Scott: We’ve Been Together for Six Years [Part 2]

"We’ve been together for six years."

Listening to him rambling on, Nora Scott impatiently frowned and directly interrupted him.

"Wha—what?"

Benjamin bit his tongue and exclaimed in surprise.

—Wasn’t his mentor always single?!

—Did the call go to a parallel universe?!

Then, Nora leisurely added, "Just been in a cold war for five years in between."

Benjamin: What the heck???

What kind of bizarre love story is this, capable of a five-year cold war?!!

Five years!!!

"Mentor, this, a guy you can be in a cold war with for five years, might as well not have, right..."

An overly shocked Benjamin, his voice was almost muffled in continued persuasion.

Nora ignored him and asked, "Why did you call?"

"Oh, just wanted to ask..."

Benjamin’s mind wandered as he numbly asked, "Are you at home?"

Raising an eyebrow, Nora righteously retorted, "It’s so late, where else would I be if not at home?"

"..."

Benjamin silently swore in his heart, nearly collapsing and going berserk.

—Nonsense, your lights just came on!

—Clearly, just got home!

He and Humphrey were watching with telescopes!

"Hung up."

Nora ended the call.

She turned and headed to the living room, only to nearly bump into Pedro Langley standing by the balcony door.

"You—" being mysterious?

The words didn’t get a chance to come out.

Pedro had already reached out, grabbed her slender waist, and pulled her into his arms.

"Protecting me like this?"

Lowering his head, pressing against her forehead, Pedro’s rich voice was filled with laughter.

She naturally wrapped her arms around his waist, clasping her hands, Nora replied frankly and directly, "Yes."

She always was straightforward, seldom concealing her thoughts.

When arguing, she was.

When in love, she was.

Facing anything, she acted decisively, never letting things weigh on her mind, endlessly tormenting herself.

Yet, regaining her embrace through an unpredictable way and establishing the relationship, gave Pedro an indescribable sense of unreality, as though nothing was real, waking from sleep only to find this was but a dream, ethereal.

"What prompted you to decide to ’end the cold war’?" Pedro asked.

Her eyelids drooped slightly, soon lifting again, Nora softly said, "Michael Quinn and Laura Collins."

"Hmm?"

Pedro squinted his eyes.

He had heard a bit about Michael Quinn and Laura Collins.

"Life is short, seize the pleasure," Nora chuckled lightly, carefree and unruly, "If I were to die—"

Someday if I were to die...

Die before regretting not confessing to you.

Rather than delaying and keeping the other hanging, waiting for an epiphany when an accident unexpectedly occurs, why not use now to create as many moments together as possible?

...

"Let go."

Fingers covering her thin lips, Nora frowned in pain, somewhat angrily.

Pedro, mischievously holding her, "Don’t want to let go."

"You—" Nora glared at him, her tone softened again, "It’s so late."

"Sleep together."

"Don’t push your luck," Nora warned him.

Chin rubbing against her soft hair, Pedro kissed her hair, "Just want to be with you."

Waking up and not seeing her, he would go mad.

Nora frowned, still suspicious, "But you—"

Pedro asked confidently, "Don’t I have a precedent?"

Being honest and proper, doing nothing.

Just... secretly kissed once.

"You sure?"

Not that she couldn’t understand his feelings, Nora was slightly swayed.

In fact—

She wasn’t very willing, it was just that last time’s experience wasn’t pleasant.

Otherwise, when Pedro mentioned and used a sketch as an avatar last time, she wouldn’t have reacted so strongly.

"Mm."

Pedro nodded affirmatively.

"Oh."

Nora slowly responded.

Pedro was startled, "Agreed?"

Nora glared at him, "Can you let go now?"

With a satisfied smile at the corner of his lips, Pedro released her contentedly.

*

The bedroom lights came on.

Pedro, after washing up, exited and immediately saw Nora lying on the bed playing on her phone.

She had changed into a robe, her back covered with a silk quilt, exposing two slender beautiful legs, elbows resting on the pillow, holding the phone and fiddling.

Getting into bed from the other side, Pedro leaned over, "Doing what?"

"Posting on Weibo," Nora deleted a line of text she had composed and explained, "It’s Clement Winter’s birthday today."

"You even remember his birthday?"

Pedro’s tone was slightly sour, the good mood earlier somewhat dampened.

Nora nonchalantly ’hmm-ed’ and then added, "Just found out."

She just found out.

Logging into Weibo, intending to post a picture, unexpectedly came across Clement Winter’s post, showing his mother’s birthday gift to him. Only after checking the comments did she realize that midnight had passed and today was his birthday.