Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 483 - 288: Our First Official Date After Getting Together [Part 2]

The other person wore a gentle smile, making it easy for others to feel a sense of goodwill.

Nora Scott wasn’t intimidated, her lips bore a smile, gaze neither avoiding nor faltering, meeting the other person’s eyes.

Before long, the person approached.

"You were there yesterday too."

Flora Loughton tilted her head slightly, looking at her with interest, eyes full of gentle amusement.

"Yes." Nora admitted frankly, "I came specifically to listen."

Two women, each with their own intentions, speaking with each other quickly removed any sense of unfamiliarity.

Having followed Nora for a while, this was Flora’s first conversation with her, which excited Flora, though she maintained her composure for the sake of saving face in front of elders.

She smiled sweetly, "What if I hadn’t come?"

Raising her hand, she waved the book she had in her hand, and Nora chuckled lightly, casually and straightforwardly said, "Then I would’ve read a book."

Squeezing the bamboo flute in her hand, Flora felt quite satisfied and asked, "Do you like the bamboo flute?"

Nora laughed and said, "I liked it after seeing your performance yesterday."

Flora: ???

Aaaah, the future daughter-in-law’s words are so sweet, they’re nothing like her obnoxious son! Marry her! Marrying her off would be great too!

Despite the internal roaring, on the surface, she maintained her composure and pointed to a bench on the side, "Do you mind if I sit?"

Somewhat surprised by her initiative, but Nora quickly raised an eyebrow, "My pleasure."

Aaaah!

Flora screamed internally again.

Why didn’t her rascal son learn even a bit of the daughter-in-law’s eloquence? She’s too endearing!

Flora looked at Nora’s face, considering how perfect she was in appearance, temperament, background, and style— if not for having feelings for Pedro already, she might have fallen head over heels.

Beautiful and charming.

She’s very assertive when needed and doesn’t hold back when retorting, yet she’s surprisingly easy-going in private, not domineering at all...

Being with her sharp-tongued son is such a loss, aaahhh.

"I’m Nora Scott."

After Flora sat down, Nora took the initiative to introduce herself.

"My last name is Loughton," Flora couldn’t bring herself to deceive her, so she only introduced her last name, "I’m a teacher."

"Oh, Miss Loughton."

With a slight brow movement, Nora didn’t mind her not providing her full name and naturally found a way to address her.

Hearing her address, Flora felt both delighted and worried...

Those sweet words, she is more than twice her age, yet that "Miss" was said so seamlessly.

Miss Loughton.

Miss Loughton.

Why does it sound so nice?

Yet, she is the prospective daughter-in-law, after all, she’d still like to hear a "Mom"...

Forget it, Miss Loughton it is, it not only makes her seem younger but also brings her closer to Nora. Titles don’t matter.

After introductions, they effortlessly continued to chat. The topic started with entry-level knowledge of the bamboo flute, one patiently and gently answering any of Nora’s questions, and the other showing proactive interest as an earnest student.

Seeing that Nora was genuinely interested in the bamboo flute, Flora was overjoyed; she even allowed Nora to handle her cherished bamboo flute, guiding her in playing it.

As for how Nora played...

She’s not a professional; if she’s interested, that shouldn’t be quelled. Even if it sounded like noise, Flora found it pleasant enough.

Nora felt a surge of emotion: Oh, Linfield, look at how others do it... years of friendship yet not on the same wavelength.

This fragmented friendship holds no meaning.

The two chatted so much that they lost track of time, and before they knew it, it was completely dark, with Pedro Langley and Marsh Langley each calling them.

Pedro Langley: "Where are you?"

Nora: "The neighborhood, by the lake."

Pedro Langley: "...Butler Loxley has prepared dinner."

Nora, a bit reluctantly: "Oh."

Pedro Langley gritted his teeth, "Hurry back for dinner!"

What’s with that wildflower outside not eating with her husband, yet clinging to his girlfriend?

"...Got it."

Nora answered, dragging out her words, and then hung up the phone.

...

On the other side.

Marsh Langley: "Loughton, where are you?"

Flora: "The neighborhood, the usual spot."

Marsh Langley: "Caught up with a beauty and forgot about everything? Come back quickly for dinner, Jack Carter has been busy all afternoon."

Flora: "It’s still early."

Marsh Langley: "...It’s seven."

Flora: "..." Resisting silently.

Marsh Langley, understanding exactly what’s on her mind, gave her no chance, "Come back quickly."

"..."

Flora hung up the phone, not too happily.

This man, spending too much time with him makes him impatient and forgets how to please others... not as sensible as my well-behaved Nora.

"Nora, there are some things at home, I have to go." Flora turned her head, her earlier displeasure disappeared completely, smiling from her eyes to her eyebrows, "Shall we add each other on WeChat? You can ask me anything anytime in the future."

"Sure."

Nora answered without hesitation.

The two added each other on WeChat, chatted for a bit, and then parted ways under the night sky.

Both were in a great mood.

*

At the dinner table, Pedro Langley and Henry Chapman exchanged looks.

Pedro couldn’t understand why Henry would feel so at ease and naturally come over to his house for dinner.

Henry couldn’t understand why Rose was particularly fond of Pedro, always bouncing around him whenever she came next door.

"Where’s Marcus Shaw?"

Nora only noticed that someone was missing from the table after she washed her hands and sat down.

Butler Loxley brought the simmered soup to the table, smiling as he replied, "Master Shaw went to pick up a child, he’ll be back later. We’ve saved some food for them."

"Did he pick up another one?"

Nora casually asked, picking up her chopsticks.

Another one?

Butler Loxley was taken aback.

"...still the same one," Pedro helped answer.

Nora furrowed her brows, "Didn’t he take three days off to stay home and accompany the child?"

"Irresponsible."

Pedro chimed in with her complaint, serving her a chicken leg.

Nora nodded, "Definitely irresponsible."

Being a detective is busy work with many sudden situations, which is understandable. However, to break a promise made beforehand unexpectedly... it’s bound to have some impact on the child.

Especially Andrew Hughes, this child seems mature and sensible, but in reality, he is quite sensitive. Even just a glance can make him sense something out of the ordinary.

"Who?"

Henry asked slowly.

He had just returned to Fenton City in the past two days and hadn’t been involved in anything about Andrew Hughes.

—Not even the incident where Andrew almost lost Rose at school had been mentioned to him.

Mainly because Nora, Marcus, and Oliver spent half a minute mulling it over, and all agreed that someone like Henry, who is a cat lover, shouldn’t know about such thrilling incidents, lest he lose his temper and act irrationally, causing some commotion.

So,——

An hour later, Henry stared at Rose, who was nestled in the arms of the half-grown child, and couldn’t help but think about what Pedro and this troublesome kid might have in common.

Could the child be Pedro’s illegitimate son?

But they don’t look alike at all.

Henry was quite displeased.

*

Next door, in the living room.

Marcus, Henry, Andrew, and the annoying cat Rose all returned to Nora’s house after eating their fill.

Butler Loxley discreetly disappeared, having planned to return to the villa with Jack Carter, who was busy elsewhere.

In the living room, when Nora became aware of her surroundings, she realized only she and Pedro were left.

"Have you connected with the elder sister?"

Handing her a glass of milk, Pedro sat beside her, glancing at her phone screen that was lit up.

The WeChat interface showed a chat.

Note: Miss Loughton.

It was probably Flora Loughton, Loughton in school.

Pedro found Nora’s choice of name a headache, but he had to consider Loughton’s vest identity and dared not casually reveal it or force Nora to change the way she addressed her.

"Yeah."

Nora took a sip of the hot milk and responded with a single word, rather absent-mindedly.

She handed the milk back to Pedro to hold and then began typing with both hands.

Pedro: "..." Looking every bit like an unapologetic cheating woman.

"What are you chatting about?" Pedro asked helplessly.

"Julian Linfield."

"Oh?"

Pedro’s eyes widened slightly, curious.

"She likes Julian and introduced me to his works, along with some of Julian’s easy-to-learn pieces."

Saying this, Nora furrowed her brows slightly and then turned her head, "A few days ago, to show sincerity, I told Julian I’d learn one of his pieces, an entry-level one, but he mocked me saying he doesn’t have entry-level pieces. Yet Miss Loughton said Julian’s works are textbook entry-level and easy to learn."

One is Julian Linfield himself.

One is a professional teacher.

The opinions were not consistent.

Who to believe?

"Really?"

Pedro squinted slightly.

He trusted Flora Loughton; she was professional in this aspect and certainly wouldn’t trick Nora with such matters.

Julian Linfield...

Was he teasing Nora?

Not saying it directly, Pedro just analyzed, "Julian has composed an endless number of pieces over the years; perhaps he’s forgotten himself."

"Maybe."

Nora just mentioned it casually, without much thought, and thus set aside the topic.

"Speaking of," Pedro started with a hint of deeper meaning before Nora could continue chatting with Flora Loughton, "haven’t we gone on an official date since we ’ended the cold war’?"