Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 441 - 258: Master Pedro Drunk, Chatting All Night [Second Update]_5

Chapter 441: Chapter 258: Master Pedro Drunk, Chatting All Night [Second Update]_5
She was silent for three seconds. Pedro Langley guessed the result, hesitated slightly, and said, "Have some soup."
"Oh."
Nora Scott half-closed the door and went to the dining room to get some hangover soup.
When she returned, Pedro turned on the bedside lamp, casting a warm yellow glow that faded the further it extended. Leaning against the headboard, Pedro Langley frowned slightly, obviously uncomfortable, yet there was a hint of a smile in his eyes when he looked at Nora.
"Drunk like this, what’s there to smile about?"
Nora Scott approached and handed him the hangover soup.
Taking the soup, Pedro Langley’s lips curved slightly, "The one who forced me to drink the hardest was you."
"You were chugging it down yourself; no one could stop you."
Nora blatantly lied.
Bringing the soup bowl to his lips, Pedro Langley took a sip and then teased, "Doesn’t your conscience hurt?"
"Don’t have such a thing." Nora didn’t even blink.
"I thought initially," Pedro said helplessly, "no matter what, I couldn’t lose to you."
Nora looked at him.
After finishing the hangover soup, Pedro handed the bowl back to her, with a slight marvel, "Who knew that when it came to drinking, from the very start, you were out before the race even began."
"..."
Nora was left speechless by his teasing.
Inherent low tolerance, one glass, and she’d be out. Her two-liquor tolerance was a result of practice.
After a moment, Nora decided not to argue with the drunkard and asked him, "Do you usually drink a lot at social events?"
"Not often."
The period when he was dead drunk was all because of her.
No one else had that ability.
Only this ancestor here could cause so much trouble with just a bit of noise.
"Oh," Nora breathed a sigh of relief and urged him, "Hurry up and sleep."
Saying that she was about to leave.
Pedro Langley grabbed her, lifted his eyes slightly, drunkness more pronounced in them, "Where are you going?"
Nora hesitated, briefly softening, and said, "Put the bowl down, turn off the light."
"Hmm."
Pedro Langley was satisfied and released her.
Nora was honest and didn’t leave. She placed the bowl down, turned off the living room light, and returned to the bedroom.
Pedro hadn’t lain back down yet. Seeing her return, he naturally lifted the nearby blanket, making room for her.
Getting under the blanket, Nora lay on her side, snuggled in, and watched as Pedro also lay down.
She asked, "Want to chat?"
Raising his arm, Pedro turned off the bedside lamp, and the room was suddenly engulfed in darkness.
"Are you sleepy?"
Pedro naturally held her.
"A little."
Nora was long accustomed to this kind of contact and didn’t find it unusual.
Pedro said, "Then sleep."
Recalling past events, Nora asked suspiciously, "Can you really sleep?"
"With you here, I can sleep."
Pedro’s words flowed more smoothly than ever.
As she nestled into his arms, the alcoholic smell in her memory faded a bit, replaced by a slight fresh scent. With a squint, Nora asked, belatedly realizing, "Did you take a shower?"
"Very thoroughly, anytime I can—"
"Shut up."
Nora cut off his cheeky remark, then sniffed his neck lightly a few more times, surprised, "Did you put on perfume too?"
"Is it fragrant?" Pedro asked, "I noticed you really like this one."
Whenever he wore this perfume, Nora was particularly inclined to get closer to him.
The top note was intense, full of wildness, the middle note was milder, fresh, slightly scented with tobacco, and the base note’s lingering scent was a little fresher and notably pleasant.
Squinting blatantly, Nora said, "I like it."
This perfume, paired with this man, was perfectly fitting and particularly enticing.
If only—
Oh well, forget it.
The pleasant fragrance uplifted Nora’s mood considerably. Her humanity shone, bestowing a little light on Pedro Langley, "If you can’t sleep, I’ll chat with you for free."
"Hmm."
He kissed her soft hair, responding with a smile.
After a moment, Nora spoke leisurely, "That Camilo Nogueira..."
"Hmm?"
"Is not a good guy." Nora furrowed her brows, displeased, "Not only did he get you drunk, but he also badmouthed you the first time we met."
Pedro Langley followed her cue, "I’ll deal with him another day."
"Hmm."
Nora was quite satisfied.
...
As they chatted, Nora gradually drifted off to sleep.
Pedro Langley was indeed easily awakened.
The heavier his body felt, the clearer his mind.
During the time when he couldn’t find any news of her, he drank himself into a stupor for a week; muddled throughout, but as soon as he was aware, his mind was filled with her.
But now—
She was in his arms, her scent was around him, her touch was all he felt.
Thus, several times in the latter half of the night, when he awoke and looked at her, he could once again sleep peacefully.
*
The large-scale online discussion erupted faster than Pedro Langley had planned.
Driving this development was a small account on Weibo, which released a "solid proof photo" of "Nora Scott clinging to a sugar daddy." The textual content also alluded to Nora being shameless, linking up with other parents even at a parent-teacher meeting.
High-resolution image.
At the classroom door, Nora Scott and a middle-aged handsome man were behaving intimately.