Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 439 - 258: Master Pedro Gets Drunk, All-Night Heart-to-Heart (Part 2)_3

Open and close her eyes, her mind is full of him.

In the middle of the night.

Nora Scott gradually began to feel sleepy.

But then she heard the sound of fingers scratching against fabric.

The moon was bright and the stars sparse, so even at night, the light was clear.

In a daze, Nora irritably opened her eyes, only to see a shadow cast on the tent. She paused, half of her body breaking free from the sleeping bag, and pulled open the tent.

She was startled to see Pedro Langley leaning in to create noise, squatting down to match her height.

"What are you doing?"

It was quite cold outside, and Nora, having her sleep disrupted, felt a bit annoyed.

The soft moonlight fell on Pedro Langley, coating him in a layer of silver light, a faint halo, his brows and eyes hidden in shadows, somewhat drunk, somewhat wistful; just one look, and one could get a little intoxicated.

In that instant, all of Nora’s annoyance vanished, and her heart raced.

Unknowingly, as she peeked out of the tent, she appeared enchanting under the silvery light of the night, stunning anyone who could barely breathe.

Originally dazed and confused, as Pedro Langley came outside her tent, he sobered up a bit, and after a few seconds of bewilderment, realized where he was.

Yet, he didn’t want to leave.

He quietly stared at Nora’s face, then his gaze fell onto her slightly swollen lips. Pedro Langley’s voice was slightly hoarse, "I can’t sleep."

"...Oh."

Nora shifted her posture, squatting halfway, with her hands crossed on her knees.

She didn’t know what to say.

After pausing for quite a while, Pedro Langley said again, "I missed you."

Her eyes slightly brightened, and then, pretending to be calm, Nora didn’t let her little joy show too obviously, just faintly said "Oh."

A little nervous, a little awkward.

She avoided Pedro Langley’s gaze, glancing around carelessly, and unexpectedly noticed Pedro just wearing a parka with the front open, looking cold.

With a turn of her eyes, she asked, "Aren’t you cold?"

She wanted to reach out to zip him up, but after thinking it over, she restrained herself.

"Cold."

Pedro Langley answered honestly.

Frowning, Nora seized the opportunity to glare at him, "Then why don’t you zip up?"

Pedro felt a bit amused.

Her angry look was more than beautiful, just a little bit of emotion could enchant and capture one’s heart and soul.

"It’s too cold, my hands are stiff." Pedro Langley, staring at her, tentatively asked, "Can you help me?"

Nora, a little proud, "Just this once."

"Mm."

Pedro immediately nodded.

Nora glanced at him, "Then stand up."

Pedro stood up as told.

Looking up, Nora stepped out of the tent; the cold wind struck her, making her cold as well. Not wanting to step out to put on shoes, she beckoned to him, "Come closer."

So, Pedro walked over, standing extremely close to her. When she bowed her head to zip him up, the wind blew obliquely, messing up her long, ink-black hair.

Pedro slightly bowed his head, his chin able to touch her hair, both soft and fine, each strand wrapped in silver light, as if brushing against the soft tip of his heart, making it tremble.

"Zzip—"

The zipper was quickly zipped up.

"Okay." Nora exhaled; her breath turned into white mist, quickly blown away by the wind. She looked up at him, instructing, "Go to sleep."

Both of them were foolish.

Returning to the tent to sleep, whether the zipper was zipped up or not made no difference at all.

Yet, at that time, neither of them realized.

"I can’t sleep."

That phrase again.

Nora thought of the experience a few hours ago, both annoyed and shy, bent over and slipped back into the tent.

But, two seconds later, she poked her head out again and ordered Pedro Langley, "Hurry up and sleep!"

Pedro didn’t turn back but instead sat down outside the tent, his eyes dark yet shining through the open tent flap.

He asked, "Want to chat?"

Sitting inside the tent, Nora wrapped her arms around her knees, resting her chin on them, tilting her head to look at him sitting outside, "What to chat about?"

They could chat about anything.

They always had endless topics to talk about.

They chatted for about ten minutes. Nora was freezing all over, feeling sorry for him sitting outside, somehow invited him in.

It was a single-person tent, and with two people, it felt a bit cramped. Nora had intended to go next door after Pedro fell asleep, but since he was truly unable to sleep after drinking, any slight movement would wake him up again.

Nora, being tormented by him, simply abandoned all her reserve, yawning as she took out a sleeping bag from his tent, squeezed into one with him, and made do for the night.

Aside from being muddle-headed and foolish at first, in the latter half of the night, Pedro Langley was very careful not to touch her.

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The innocence of a 23-year-old is gone forever. Once the rawness and inexperience faded, only the nature of an old rogue remained.