Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 438 - 258: Master Pedro Drunk, Chatting All Night [Second Update]_2

Chapter 438: Chapter 258: Master Pedro Drunk, Chatting All Night [Second Update]_2
If he weren’t so familiar with his brother, knowing that he couldn’t have had an affair outside, he might have thought this child was his brother’s secret offspring.
"Oh." Andrew Hughes nodded and then asked, "Are you here all day?"
After a brief thought, Camilo Nogueira replied, "During weekdays, I’m here in the evenings."
Since he’s all alone with no ties, it doesn’t matter where he goes; occasionally staying at Cloudwater Haven is just a change of scenery.
"Oh."
Andrew Hughes nodded once more.
When it comes to asking questions, he had no hope in Marcus Shaw and Nora Scott. Besides Oliver Scott, only Camilo Nogueira was patient enough to explain.
Although this uncle belongs to the "keep at arm’s length" category as warned by his grandfather, just asking a few questions and making slight use...
Um, shouldn’t be a problem.
Camilo Nogueira didn’t mind his little indifference and, after tidying up his things, sent him to the bedroom to find Marcus Shaw.
"Knock. Knock."
After knocking on the door and receiving a response, Camilo Nogueira bid farewell to Nora Scott from outside the door.
Nora Scott didn’t go to open the door.
As the mastermind behind Pedro Langley’s drunkenness, Nora Scott only allowed Camilo Nogueira in because of her junior sister and Pedro Langley.
After Camilo Nogueira left, there were slight movements in the living room, probably Marcus Shaw and Andrew Hughes coming out briefly. Marcus instructed Andrew to go to sleep first while he moved to the study next door to do homework.
Marcus Shaw hadn’t shared his last exam results with Nora Scott, but Oliver Scott had told her right away.
Significant improvement.
Marcus Shaw declared that he’d beat Oliver Scott to the top, giving him a strong sense of competitiveness, and the two of them were studying hard, each staying up later than the other. Going to bed at one or two a.m. became the norm for them.
Young people, having drive is a good thing.
Nora Scott yawned, supporting her chin with one hand, idly drawing the latest comic strip.
Her passion was limited, usually almost spent during the storyboard phase, and the later steps were just tasks sustained by the mischievous gratification of seeing readers’ eager reactions.
p.m.
Nora Scott finished the last page, feeling a bit sleepy, but a glance at the time jolted her awake.
She wondered if Pedro Langley was asleep yet.
Indeed, Pedro Langley couldn’t sleep well when drunk, it wasn’t just a random excuse.
Five years ago, during a road trip with Pedro Langley in the northwest, she mischievously got him drunk with two bottles of sorghum liquor, resulting in—
The desolate wilderness, two tents.
People say drunk people are dead weight.
It’s true.
With two bottles of sorghum liquor and a few snacks, she got Pedro quite drunk. Helping him to his tent left her drenched in sweat.
"Get into the tent, slip into the sleeping bag, alright?"
Squatting on the ground after opening the tent, she fretfully reminded Pedro.
Despite being late April, the desert’s day-night temperature drops sharply, with temperatures falling to minus degrees; that night was around four to five degrees, and wearing a windbreaker wasn’t warm at all.
Pedro pressed his brow, feeling dizzy, and pulled Nora Scott, asking, "Why don’t you get drunk?"
"I never get drunk." Nora Scott lied without a second thought, then realized she’d been sidetracked and reprimanded him, "Did you hear what I said?"
"Yeah, get in the tent, into the sleeping bag."
Pedro nodded.
Seeing him comply, Nora touched his frostbitten red ears and said, "Go on then."
"No." Pedro pulled her in closer, not wanting her to leave, "I want to be with you."
"It’s cold."
Nora complained, trying to push him into the tent.
But halfway in, he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her into the tent as well.
"Not cold."
He touched her forehead with his rough and coarse fingers, giving a slight sting.
In the pitch darkness, he presented his hand to Nora Scott, "Sweaty."
"..."
Wasn’t it exhausting carrying you!
Nora, made uncomfortable by the cold wind, shivered slightly, snuggling into his arms to coax him, "Pedro Langley, will you listen to me?"
"Yes."
"Then get into the sleeping bag and have a good sleep." Nora pleaded in frustration.
"Can’t sleep."
"What will make you sleep?"
"A kiss."
His breath felt fresh, cool, warm, with a hint of alcohol.
Nora wasn’t good with alcohol; being too close to him made her feel tipsy. After settling him and slipping out of the tent, her cheeks felt hot and flushed; she could imagine her skin was red enough to bleed just by sensing the heat with her fingers.
Back in her own tent, Nora tossed and turned for a while before calming down.
Curled up in the sleeping bag, sleep eluded her.
Her fingers unconsciously brushed her lips, feeling a grumble and dissatisfaction of being taken advantage of, but the pounding of her heart reminded her it wasn’t really the case.