Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 391 - 239: Spoil, Spoil, Spoil—To the Utmost [Part 3]

Can’t escape the first day of the month, can’t escape the fifteenth.

That afternoon, after lunch, Nora Scott sat in front of the computer ready to work on her drawings when Henry Chapman’s call came in.

"I need Humphrey Jennings."

Without any small talk, Henry Chapman got straight to the point.

Always so straightforward and to the point.

In this aspect, Rose is really worlds apart from him. At the very least, when Rose is hungry, she will first act a little cute.

Her thoughts drifting somewhere, Nora awkwardly changed the subject, "What about Rose when you come to Anchel?"

"Left with your brother..." Henry nearly got sidetracked by her, paused, and repeated what he said earlier, "I need Humphrey Jennings."

"Which brother?"

Whether it’s Marcus Shaw or Oliver Scott, aren’t they both living at school?

"Marcus Shaw."

After answering, Henry realized something was off and added, "I need—"

"Has he agreed?"

Nora finally picked up on his topic.

"No."

"I can help persuade him," Nora offered, "but he’s only a part-time chef, his focus is in Anchel, he can’t stay long in Fenton City."

In the end, Nora wasn’t too "cunning."

The tofu shop being closed for a while doesn’t affect anything.

If Humphrey Jennings and Benjamin Durant can really help Henry, that’s certainly for the best.

"Okay."

Since Nora was straightforward, Henry was also straightforward.

Then he said, "I need recipes from several stores."

"Send them to me."

This time, Nora didn’t hesitate at all and agreed very readily.

With Benjamin’s taste buds, getting recipes is easy.

Even without Benjamin, as long as you offer a high enough price... except for someone like Mr. Smith, it should also be easy to get.

Having said all he wanted, Henry was about to hang up.

Nora stopped him, "Where will Rose stay, at school or at home?"

"Marcus Shaw took her to school."

"Do you know pets aren’t allowed at school?" Nora continued to ask.

Henry didn’t answer, just said, "He has a way."

"..."

Nora was both amused and helpless.

She really couldn’t understand how Henry could have such trust in Marcus Shaw, a minor.

Moreover, they haven’t met many times.

But since one dared to leave and the other dared to keep, Nora didn’t dwell on it.

*

First Affiliated High School.

In the early evening, when the sky hadn’t completely darkened yet, the school bell rang signaling the end of day, and the students bolted out like horses let loose, disappearing one by one.

Marcus Shaw packed his bag and followed the crowd out of the classroom.

A hand suddenly landed on his shoulder.

He grabbed the wrist and was just about to twist it when he heard Oliver Scott’s voice, "It’s me!"

Releasing the wrist, Marcus looked at Oliver’s approaching face, frowning slightly.

"What’s up?"

"Several days in a row, cat fur," Oliver pinched at a strand of cat hair on Marcus’s collar, waving it in front of him, "Is it Rose?"

"Yeah."

Marcus didn’t deny it.

Oliver was taken aback, "Did you steal her away?"

Marcus wasn’t happy with the way he put it, "Actor Chapman left her with me."

"Keeping her at school?"

"No."

"In the dorm?"

"..."

Marcus ignored him.

The dorm wasn’t his alone, putting her there would soon spread among the class.

"No, the dorm wouldn’t work, it wouldn’t even pass cleanliness inspections."

```

Oliver thought for a moment, then seemed to realize something, "The fruit shop!"

"..."

Marcus frowned, a bit suspicious.

As if sensing his doubt, Oliver touched his nose and explained, "It’s not in the dorm, not in the school. Anywhere within the school boundary is actually quite risky. Only outside the school, yet close enough for you to look after... thinking it over, it’s probably that fruit shop you often go to."

"..."

Listening to his analysis, Marcus didn’t respond, sidestepping him to head for the stairs.

Oliver followed right behind, "It’s Friday today, are you heading home after picking up Rose?"

"Aren’t you going home?"

"Since Rose is with you, I’ll just tag along—" Oliver said tactfully.

"No need."

Before he could finish, Marcus interrupted him.

Oliver, unwilling to give up, continued searching for a reason, "Aren’t you afraid to stay alone?"

"Not afraid."

"Must be boring."

"Busy studying."

"I can help, no need to be polite."

"..."

This high and mighty academic prodigy label was becoming ridiculous, wasn’t it?

Thinking about Oliver’s formal speech to the entire school a few days ago, Marcus furrowed his brows and looked again at this clingy figure...

Marcus felt a headache coming on.

Picking up the pace, Marcus tried to get away.

Oliver still followed closely.

Both had enviably long legs, it wasn’t hard for either to keep up with the other.

As they walked on, Marcus sped up, and when they were a distance from the teaching building, he suddenly grabbed his backpack strap and started running.