Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 482 - 287: Loughton: Langley, Your Son Is So Annoying

At a certain distance, Pedro Langley saw the exceptionally sophisticated and eye-catching student, Flora Loughton.

He initially wanted to take this opportunity to directly introduce the two, but before he could, he saw Flora hurriedly turning her back to them.

Pedro Langley: "..."

He keeps bragging, but when it comes down to it, he’s more cowardly than anyone.

Afraid of being exposed.

Professor Loughton’s black record can surely be noted as a legendary scene.

After all, he’s his biological son, so Pedro Langley had to lend a hand, glancing at the side path, and asked Nora Scott softly, "Shall we head to the lake?"

"...Oh."

Nora Scott took a glance at the middle-aged lady, hesitated slightly, but was eventually led away by Pedro Langley.

...

With her back turned, pretending to play on her phone, Flora Loughton relaxed her tense nerves a little when she heard the approaching footsteps fade away. Then, she slowly turned her head and glanced in a specific direction.

From a distance, she watched the two silhouettes on the path.

Hand in hand, walking along the wooded path, their posture intimate, clearly a perfect couple.

——In comparison, Nora Scott and Henry Chapman were nothing.

They hadn’t even touched fingers.

At this moment, the phone in her bag vibrated.

Thinking it was Marsh Langley at Cloudwater Haven sending her a message, Flora eagerly pulled out her phone, but when the screen lit up, she saw Pedro Langley’s blatant mockery—

[Pedro Langley]: Dear Mom, don’t be cowardly.

The third son really doesn’t know how to be thoughtful!

Is this being cowardly?

Clearly, she’s just worried that their first meeting won’t be perfect, hindering a future good relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law!

Frustrated, Flora Loughton replied to Pedro Langley.

[Flora Loughton]: Blocked.

And so, she really blocked Pedro Langley.

Blocking a son is a privilege a mother has when she’s angry.

——Otherwise, scolding her son in the chat would damage her glorious image as a mother.

"Hey beautiful, can I have the honor of inviting you to dinner?"

The rich, deep male voice from ahead naturally caught Flora Loughton’s attention.

Looking up, she saw the ever-handsome Marsh Langley, whose eyes twinkled with emotion. But the next moment, the thought of their annoying son extinguished all her affectionate feelings.

"Not free." Flora turned her gaze, speaking with considerable resentment, "Dabbling in affairs outside, none of the good ones."

Taken aback by the random scolding, Marsh Langley pulled her hand close, "Who made you angry?"

"Your son..."

Flora Loughton was still simmering with anger.

Marsh Langley chuckled, knowing it wasn’t anything serious, and seized the chance to change the subject, "Did you see that girl on the first day?"

"I saw her."

"Lucky you."

Flora’s plan was to stay at Cloudwater Haven over weekends and holidays, setting aside some time daily to play the flute in the neighborhood, hoping to see Nora Scott. If she met Nora, she’d take the opportunity to introduce herself as the "flute teacher."

However, this isn’t entirely about Nora Scott.

Flora had long planned to perform in neighborhoods and parks during her free time to promote this ancient music that was gradually being forgotten.

It was an opportunity not to be missed.

Whenever Flora made a decision, Marsh Langley supported it. Initially, he thought it would take a while for her to encounter Nora Scott while performing in the neighborhood, but it happened on the first day.

"Did you talk to her?"

"No." Flora frowned, "A few people held me up, didn’t get to talk to her."

"That’s a shame."

Flora said, "I believe she’ll be back."

"Oh?"

"Her eyes were shining with interest." Flora was confident, then added, "Your annoying son said she’s recently learning the bamboo flute."

"Since everything’s going well, let’s take care of your appetite." Marsh Langley said, "Your annoying son recommended a nearby restaurant, supposedly the food is pretty decent."

"No—"

Before Flora could refuse, Marsh Langley added, "He said Nora goes there often."

Flora gave him a knowing look and immediately changed her mind, "Let’s go."

Marsh Langley chuckled with tears in his eyes.

Before the daughter-in-law even came in, the future mother-in-law had already set her heart on her.

As Flora Loughton and Marsh Langley walked out, within two minutes, she was thinking about Nora Scott again.

"You have no idea, the Chapman family mother and son are quite annoying."

"Mrs. Chapman, who looks like a refined and dignified lady from a prestigious family, at last banquet kept implying on the sly that your bastard son and his future daughter-in-law wouldn’t make it, just awful."

"And that Henry Chapman, a top-tier actor, isn’t satisfied with working hard on movies to benefit fans; he insists on pestering your future daughter-in-law. He’s even chased her to Cloudwater Haven."

"Your bastard son is the same, not in a hurry at all. Beautiful women, with legions of suitors, wouldn’t just hang themselves on his tree, would they? No sense of urgency, only realizing to panic once he loses her..."

...

Marsh Langley: "..."

*

The path was dimly lit, with faint moonlight slightly illuminating the way ahead.

"Who are you chatting with?"

Nora Scott was rather displeased with Pedro Langley for walking with her while playing on his phone.

"Loughton." Pedro Langley replied, taking the opportunity to complain, "She blocked me."

Nora was slightly surprised, "Why?"

"Menopause."

"..."

Nora rolled her eyes at him, then suddenly glanced back, slightly leaned toward Pedro Langley, and lowered her voice, "Hey, that older lady just now..."

Unable to tolerate Nora referring to his mother as her "sister," Pedro emphasized two words, "Auntie."

Having been interrupted, Nora frowned and glared at him, "Is there a problem?"

Pedro took a deep breath and instantly changed his tone, "Older sister."

"..."

After waiting a few seconds without hearing Nora speak, Pedro smiled and picked up the earlier topic again, "What about that older lady?"

A beat later, Nora remembered what she wanted to say, "Oh, she was playing the bamboo flute by the lake just now."

"And then?"

"It sounded beautiful, attracting a lot of onlookers." Nora chatted with him casually, "I wanted to get to know her but was afraid of being too abrupt."

"..."

Pedro was astonished that Flora Loughton’s clumsy trick actually got Nora hooked.

"What’s the matter?"

Seeing Pedro remain silent, Nora frowned slightly.

Pedro sincerely said, "With your looks, getting to know anyone wouldn’t be considered abrupt."

Nora felt reassured, "If she’s there tomorrow, I’ll go ask for her contact information."

"So interested in her?"

"Julian Linfield always criticizes me for being untalented and insults me all the time. This older lady seems gentle, maybe she’ll..."

"..."

Pedro couldn’t help but chuckle.

He could completely picture Julian Linfield insulting her.

Though Nora’s words could be sharp, in areas she wasn’t good at, she always accepted reality and let others mock her. If someone really hit her sore spot and said something unpleasant, she wouldn’t argue back just to save face.

Loughton should really thank Julian Linfield.

*

The next day, in the afternoon.

"I’m going out for a while."

Once it was past five, Nora put down the script.

Henry Chapman, who was about to give her a lesson, heard her and silently gave her a glance.

Anyone else leaving midway through his rehearsal or performance lecture wouldn’t have a second chance.

But then again, this person was Nora...

Henry Chapman sincerely believed that Mrs. Chapman liked Nora because she was bewitched by that face.

Marcus Shaw came out of the study, preparing to pour some water, and happened to see Nora going out, immediately looking at Henry Chapman with suspicion, "Where is she going?"

"To hook up with someone."

?

Cheating on Pedro Langley?

Marcus suddenly recalled his first impression of Nora—remarkably complex social relationships.

While thinking this, Marcus’s phone rang, and when he took it out, it was Andrew Hughes calling.

He instantly had a bad feeling.

He quickly answered and put the phone to his ear.

"Marcus."

Andrew Hughes’s voice was youthful, still a bit squeaky.

Marcus’s eyebrows tightened, "What’s wrong?"

"Grandpa had to go on a sudden assignment." Andrew Hughes said, "I left my keys at home, and now I can’t get in."

"Where are you?" Marcus asked.

"At the front door of the house."

Without thinking, Marcus made a direct decision, "Go stay at Mr. Llewellyn’s next door, I’ll come pick you up."

"Okay."

Andrew Hughes agreed coolly and then hung up the phone with relief.

...

In the residential area, by the lake.

Nora had good timing; as soon as she stepped out, she heard the faint sound of a bamboo flute and walked along the sound. As expected, in the same place as yesterday, she saw the elegant and gentle middle-aged lady.

Still graceful and pretty.

Still dazzlingly beautiful.

Perhaps it was too early, there weren’t as many people around as there were at dusk yesterday.

There were benches nearby. Nora didn’t get too close; instead, she watched from a distance for a moment, then sat on a bench, opened a leisure book, flipped through a few pages casually, perhaps genuinely reading or maybe just listening intently.

Once the song was over.

No more music followed.

Nora closed the book, slightly turned her head to see the middle-aged lady walking straight towards her.