Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 440 - 258: Master Pedro Drunk, All-Night Heart-to-Heart [Second Update]_4

Chapter 440: Chapter 258: Master Pedro Drunk, All-Night Heart-to-Heart [Second Update]_4
Nora Scott sighed softly, tossed aside the pressure-sensitive pen, and stood up.
*
In the study, Marcus Shaw had just finished a comprehensive science test and was about to stretch his fingers when he heard noises from the kitchen.
Not asleep yet?
He stood up, pushed the chair back, walked out of the study, and headed straight to the kitchen door.
As expected, he saw Nora Scott standing in front of the refrigerator, rummaging around, doing something unknown.
Pressing his lips lightly, Marcus stared at Nora for a moment and suddenly spoke, "Hungry?"
Having already heard his footsteps, Nora wasn’t surprised at all.
"A little," Nora lazily replied, picking up half a carton of eggs and then tilted her head, asking Marcus with a puzzled look, "How do you make hangover soup?"
Marcus: "..."
Get out of the kitchen, please.
...
Marcus took over the kitchen.
In twenty minutes, he made three bowls of noodles and an extra bowl of hangover soup.
"Marcus."
As the noodles were served on the table, a nearby door opened. Andrew Hughes came out rubbing his eyes, looking groggy.
His voice was soft, tender, full of childishness, and a little slurred.
Marcus glanced at him, "Hungry too?"
"Yeah."
Andrew was lured out by the aroma.
Nora strolled over, glanced lightly at Andrew, and instructed Marcus, "Go get a bowl and share some with him."
Marcus: "..."
One opens the mouth to eat, another gives orders, and he’s the one doing the work, anyway.
Soon, the three of them were sitting around the dining table, eating an impromptu midnight snack.
"Where’s that barbecue smell from earlier?" Nora nitpicked.
"Ran out of seasoning."
"Oh."
Nora took a bite of the noodles, then ed a string of numbers to Marcus.
Marcus was taken aback, "What?"
"The password to the door next door," Nora said flatly, "If you need any seasoning, go next door and get it."
"...Oh."
Marcus responded.
Late at night, eating noodles wasn’t enough, they had to eat dog food too.
It was too much.
Marcus still had homework tasks to do at night, so he quickly finished the noodles, put the dishes in the dishwasher, and returned to the study.
If he stayed, there might at least be some conversation with Andrew at the table, preventing silence.
But now that he’s gone, Nora, who isn’t inclined to seek topics, and Andrew, who naturally talks little, have nothing to say.
Despite his young age, Andrew worried like an old father, striving to get along well with Nora.
At the end of the meal, after racking his brain, Andrew’s eyes lit up, and he finally found a topic, "Is it good?"
"It’s okay."
Nora lazily glanced at him.
"Marcus usually makes it even tastier," Andrew stated seriously.
"Hmm."
After all, he used to add barbecue seasoning...
Today it’s just plain and simple.
"Oliver Scott can’t cook."
"Hmm."
Nora wasn’t surprised.
"He can’t even fold a blanket," Andrew thought for a moment and added.
"Really?"
Nora drank a sip of soup and looked at him askance.
"Really," afraid she wouldn’t believe it, Andrew moved closer and earnestly said, "He makes a mess of folding the blanket and Marcus scolds him for it. He couldn’t learn, so every time Marcus helps him with tidying up."
In an effort to gain Marcus’s favor, Andrew spared no effort in revealing Oliver’s black history.
"...Oh."
Those two seem to have a good relationship.
"Marcus is great. He knows a lot," Andrew praised him generously, then frowned worriedly, "Just not very good at talking."
Looking at him like that, Nora vaguely guessed something.
Curving her lips, Nora said calmly, "He’s alright."
"Huh?"
Andrew tilted his head.
Nora said, "If he became as talkative as Oliver Scott, wouldn’t he be another Oliver Scott?"
"..."
Andrew blinked, feeling she made a valid point.
Could it be that Marcus was destined never to be liked?
Just as he was about to ask if she liked Marcus, she stood up, picked up the dishes, and instructed him, "After eating, put the dishes in the kitchen."
"...Oh."
Andrew’s words were cut short, and he nodded.
*
Nora carried the noodles and hangover soup to the next door.
The living room was just as it was when she left.
She placed the noodles and soup on the dining table, then gently walked to the bedroom door.
"Knock. Knock."
Nora flexed her fingers and knocked lightly on the door.
"No one’s home, no need to be a thief."
Pedro Langley’s voice came from inside, very penetrating, clear through the door.
Nora turned the doorknob, pushed the door open.
Without turning on the light, she glanced inside and saw Pedro still lying down, now sitting up while rubbing his forehead.
Indeed, he wasn’t asleep.
"There’s noodles and hangover soup," Nora asked, "Do you want some?"
The effects of the alcohol still lingered, Pedro leaned against the bedhead, chuckled lowly, and asked, "Did you make it?"
"..."
Nora didn’t reply.