Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 495 - 300: Dreamed I Cheated, So You’re Worried? [Part 2]

The person who came was Clement Winter.

He squeezed over, received the barbecue that Evelyn Winter handed over through a car window.

Smelling the aroma of the barbecue, he grinned happily, sweetly saying, "Thanks, mom!"

"Move aside."

"Okay."

Clement obediently stepped to the side.

Then, he held the barbecue in one hand and his phone in the other, continuing his conversation with the livestream comments.

"Mission accomplished. The assistant won’t be back for another half an hour, so I’ll make sure it’s settled before he arrives."

"Want to see my mom?...No way, my beautiful mom likes to keep a low profile. You just need to know she’s beautiful...

"Look behind? What’s behind—"

Seeing the screen full of "Look behind," Clement turned his head curiously.

Then, his fingers slipped, and the phone dropped to the ground with a "smack," cracking the screen and going dark.

"Mom, mom—"

Clement stiffened his neck, eyes wide open, murmuring stuff under his breath.

Getting out of the car, Evelyn shut the door in passing and reminded him, "Your mom is over here."

"..."

Clement immediately zipped his lips.

"Hey, we meet again."

With the car keys twined around her finger, Nora Scott leaned against the car, lazily raising an eyebrow at Clement.

"Um, well... I, you..."

Clement was too excited, struggling for words.

Evelyn gave him a slap on the back of his head, "Speak properly."

"God Z!"

Taking a deep breath, Clement’s eyes sparkled brightly with excitement.

Nora smiled, "Just call me Nora."

"Sister Nora!"

Clement immediately changed his words without thinking.

"Wait a minute, isn’t the seniority getting messed up?" Evelyn picked up the broken phone on the ground, put it into Clement’s pocket, then said, "Call her Aunt Nora."

Clement was taken aback and retorted in astonishment, "Mom! She’s not even a year older than me..."

Tilting her chin up, Evelyn shot a glance at Nora and briefly ordered, "Just call her."

"..."

Clement was full of reluctance but had no choice under his mother’s coercion. He pouted and reluctantly called out, "Aunt Nora."

Nora couldn’t resist and burst out laughing.

She chuckled, "Sister Nora works too."

"Sister Nora!"

Without waiting for Evelyn to react, Clement eagerly shouted.

Then, he dashed over to Nora like the wind, "God Z... no, Sister Nora, are you really here to participate in the filming of ’City Secret’?"

"Yes."

"We’ve met all the guests in private. Are you the mystery guest?" Clement asked curiously, blinking.

"No."

She was just replacing an ordinary participant.

"Not? Then——"

Clement continued chattering on.

Suddenly, Evelyn grabbed his ear and pulled him to the side.

"Mom! You said you didn’t mind me being a fan!" Clement screamed and shouted.

"Look at the time, stop disturbing people’s rest." Evelyn glared at him warningly, "Go back to your room and sneak some barbecue now."

Clement protested confidently, "Is the barbecue more important than my Sister Nora?"

"Then give me back the barbecue."

Evelyn reached out to grab the barbecue that Clement was stubbornly holding behind his back.

"No way, how can you take back something that’s been given!"

Clement, ear still pinched by her, refused to let go of the barbecue and kept dodging backward. But his ear got twisted even more painfully by Evelyn, and in the blink of an eye, his eyes welled up with a layer of tears.

Seeing his pitiful look, Evelyn pushed him back gently by the forehead and released his ear.

She snorted, "Ridiculous."

"Heh-heh."

Once freed, and forgetting the pain, Clement immediately leaned towards Nora again.

Nora shook her head with a laugh, "Let’s head to the elevator first."

"Alrighty."

Clement obeyed her commands.

With a helpless sigh, Evelyn followed behind the duo.

At least the person Clement idolizes is Nora...

The silly boy, if he encountered someone with ill intentions, might not hesitate to agree to sell a kidney if they asked.

...

This encounter finally reminded the three to exchange contact information as they were about to part ways.

Standing at the elevator entrance, Nora added both of them on WeChat, then said goodbye and left.

After she left, the elevator doors closed slowly.

Evelyn pressed the "15" button in the elevator.

Clement, still excited about having his idol’s WeChat, saw the lit-up button and said, "Mom, I live on the 11th floor."

Glancing at him sideways, Evelyn said flatly, "I’m offering you a meal’s worth of shelter for that barbecue."

"Really?"

Clement asked in disbelief.

His mom actually still had a sliver of motherly love left!

Reading the unspoken meaning of her son, Evelyn threatened, "Looking for trouble?"

"Wouldn’t dare."

Clement quickly replied.

At that moment, the elevator opened with a "ding dong—", Evelyn strode out the door, with Clement still upbeat from meeting Nora, eagerly following behind her.

Evelyn swiped a card to enter the room.

"Mom, the person you visit every year around this time, isn’t my dad, is it?"

Clement Winter walked in, chatting about this topic randomly.

Ever since Clement became aware of things, every year at this time, he would see Evelyn Winter come to East Peak Town to sweep the tombs.

It’s said that East Peak Town is Evelyn’s hometown.

And the person whose tomb is being swept...

Clement once believed it was his father, but Evelyn never admitted it.

Evelyn glanced at him in surprise, "Where did you get a father from, bouncing out of a crack in a rock?"

"..."

Clement, feeling greatly discouraged, opened the barbecue bag and set up a stool to eat at the table.

After a while, Clement said again, "Mrs. Winter, you say I don’t look like you at all. Could it be that I inherited it from my unseen father?"

Evelyn glared at him disdainfully, "If he were like you, would I even consider him?"

Well then, isn’t there a father?

Clement didn’t expose her and cheerfully continued to ask, "Then my father—"

"Stop babbling, eat your barbecue."

Evelyn opened a bottle of water and placed it next to Clement.

Clement buried his head in his barbecue.

Not long after peace, Clement started chattering again, "Our next stop finale is in Sand Delta. Last time I went to Greenhill Town to film the variety show, didn’t you go to Sand Delta? Any good food or fun places to recommend?"

While drawing the curtains, Evelyn paused at the sound and looked at Clement with a complex expression.

Then, lifting her arm, she closed the curtains.

She advised mildly, "No recommendations, just keep yourself safe."

"Mrs. Winter, are you worried about me?"

Clement turned around in surprise while nibbling on chicken feet.

"..."

Evelyn ignored him.

...

Clement didn’t linger, and left after eating.

The assistant would surely see his "live crime" and get furious, and now couldn’t reach him by phone, would definitely be frantic.

Afraid he would worry, Clement tossed the crime evidence into Evelyn’s room and slipped back like the wind.

Before long, Evelyn finished her bath and, seeing the mess on the table, felt anger rise instantly, wishing she could kick Clement’s door open to teach him a lesson.

Frowning with disdain, Evelyn picked up the garbage and threw it all into the trash can. Because of the lingering smell, she sealed the plastic bag tightly.

It was already midnight after cleaning up.

Evelyn planned to turn off the lights and sleep, but her gaze suddenly fell on the backpack thrown on the sofa, and pausing slightly, she walked over and grasped the strap to lift the bag.

With the backpack’s zipper open, exposing the small wooden box inside, she took it out.

Pushing with her fingers, the wooden box flipped open.

It was a delicately carved golden cup.

Priceless.

—It was indeed the antique recently stolen from Robert Durant’s home.

*

Next day, 3 a.m.

Severely sleep-deprived Nora Scott, under the barrage of phone calls, irritably started her vehicle and sped down the quiet road to the variety show filming location.

"Sorry, Miss Scott, for getting you up so early."

Deputy Director Coin greeted her with a smile.

Yet, still under Nora’s irritated and unhappy, dangerously stare wrapped in killing intent, the smile failed for three seconds.

—This ancestor clearly has morning temper.

"..."

Nora’s expression darkened slightly, grinding her teeth privately.

Hands don’t hit smiling faces.

She endured.

Filming would start at five, but NPCs needed to arrive early, do styling, check scripts, and memorize procedures.

At half-past four, Nora yawned, set the script in her hand aside, and dialed Pedro Langley’s number.

"God Z?"

The phone connected, Pedro’s tired voice came through, hoarse and magnetic.

Nice to hear.

Nora lounged diagonally on the chair, crossed her legs, supported her chin with one hand, responding with a, "Hey."

"Did you have a nightmare, dreamed I cheated, and now feel uneasy?"

Pedro laughed softly, very gently and thoughtfully finding her a reason.

"Starting work early," Nora grumbled once, then justified, "Rising early alone is worse than everyone rising early together."

With an oh, Pedro immediately said, "I’ll call Marcus Shaw to help you."

"..."

Nora was speechless, choking.

"When does work start?" Pedro casually asked, chuckling, "I’ll keep you company."

"Soon."

"And this is?"

Pedro was puzzled.

Nora bluntly said, "I don’t know why, but thinking about you sleeping soundly makes me very upset."

"..."

This is called having anger with nowhere to vent, dragging your dear boyfriend into suffering.

Yet, the midnight call wasn’t made to some wild man but to himself, so Pedro was quite pleased.

"Miss Scott, the guests are almost here."

Someone from the program group came to notify.

Nora acknowledged it.

Then told Pedro, "Got to hang up."

"Alright."

Pedro’s voice was hoarse yet soft.

The call cleared away much of her morning temper.

Putting the phone away, Nora walked toward the backyard, and once her front foot arrived, the guest followed—

Luna Durant.