Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 486 - 291: Unfortunately, the Official Date Fell Through

Chapter 486: Chapter 291: Unfortunately, the Official Date Fell Through
Andrew Hughes suddenly sobered up quite a bit.
He blinked, tugged at Marcus Shaw’s T-shirt hem, clutching it tightly in his hand, and suggested, "I’ll go too."
"No time to take you."
Marcus shot him a glance and turned to leave.
Andrew yanked on his shirttail hard, stretching the cotton T-shirt to its limits, and called out word for word, "Marcus Shaw."
The early morning air was slightly cool, and the slim waist of the young man exposed in the air sent a chill through him.
Marcus backed away and stared at him, "Let go."
"I won’t."
Andrew stubbornly and persistently looked back at him.
Marcus stretched out both hands, grabbed Andrew’s shoulders, lifted him up, and asked helplessly, "What do you want now?"
Hesitating for a moment, Andrew spoke his answer, "Exercise can make you grow taller."
Actually, Andrew was developing normally; his height was about the same as his peers, within the normal range.
However, in the past year or so, Marcus was at the stage where his body was growing, and his height was increasing at a visibly rapid pace, getting taller by the day, which made Andrew envious. He dreamed of having Marcus’s long legs.
"...Suit yourself."
Marcus let go of him and gave up.
This age group has all sorts of little ideas of their own; Andrew, being so sensible and well-behaved, is quite rare.
The two of them fussed around.
When Marcus went to grab some workout pants, he listened carefully and realized—
The tormenting noise was gone.
A change of heart?
*
Main bedroom, the small study room.
The phone screen was completely covered by Julian Linfield’s face.
——Two seconds ago, Julian, who had just laid on the lounge chair to answer a video call, had accidentally dropped the phone on his face.
Nora Scott, amused, put away the bamboo flute, and kindly asked, "Your handsome face okay?"
Julian picked up the phone, rubbing his nose with one hand and holding the phone with the other, then stared at the phone screen.
He asked, "Who told you to play this song?"
"A professional teacher said it’s your textbook-level entry-level song."
"..." Julian replied grumpily, "Isn’t it enough that I’m teaching you? You had to find a professional teacher?"
"Met them by chance..." Without explaining further, Nora looked at Julian, "So tell me then, under your guidance, have I made any progress?"
"No progress, and you still have the nerve to ask?"
Julian sat up, paused briefly, then couldn’t stay seated and stood up. The jittery video caused Nora to feel dizzy.
"Fine, I’m hopelessly stupid."
Nora sighed, not arguing with him, but instead insisted, "Explain these... entry-level songs of yours?"
After a moment, Julian finally found a new spot and sat cross-legged on the wooden board under the eaves, then placed his phone at an angle on a stone.
"Explain what, they’re my compositions, say what you will."
Julian was a bit annoyed, "If you want to learn, learn behind my back, don’t play in front of me. It’s annoying."
"Speaking of which," running a finger down her chin, Nora seemed to think of something, "Are you, still unmarried?"
"What’s it to you?"
"Just asking."
"Stop trying to get something out of me." Julian snorted, "I’m in a bad mood today. I’m not teaching you anymore, go find someone else to teach you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Julian leaned forward and ended the video call.
Nora: "..."
Two seconds later, Nora put the bamboo flute on the table with a humph.
She’s done with learning as well.
With a flight in the afternoon, she needs to pack her luggage now.
——Let Marcus off the hook.
With that thought, as Nora stood up, she heard the sound of her phone vibrating.
James Mason.
Master.
Her martial arts master and also the grandfather of her junior martial sister, a well-renowned figure in the martial arts world, considered a master of his generation.
Because he got along well with Antonio Easton and saw that Nora was suited for martial arts, he made an exception to take her as a disciple, even though he originally wanted to retire.
Over the past two years, James had roamed the land, leaving no trace.
Nora, who used to visit James every year, hadn’t seen him in nearly two years.
?
Yesterday my junior martial sister, today my master...
Nora had a nagging feeling it was going to be trouble.
After hesitating briefly, for the sake of their mentor-disciple bond, Nora answered the call.
"Master."
"In Fenton City?"
Sir Mason didn’t bother with pleasantries and jumped straight to the point.
Nora paused for a moment, then answered, "Yes."
"Nothing to do?"
"...Not exactly."
Nora threw herself into the chair helplessly.
Judging by this, her date with Pedro Langley this time probably wouldn’t happen.
"I owe someone a favor, they said it’s an emergency in the Martial World, go help out."
Sir Mason kept it short and sweet.
Sure enough.
Boss Alex always says Nora loves to owe favors, little did he know, she learned all of this from her master...
Nora made a name for herself when she was young, largely due to the "master loves to owe favors" problem.
In the future, she’ll have to take on a disciple to repay these favors.
Leaning back, Nora resignedly said, "Go ahead. Is it robbing or arson?"
"I don’t know, I didn’t ask," James Mason said. "It probably lets you show off your skills or something."
"..."
Alright, fighting is her specialty.
James Mason hung up the phone.
Ten minutes later, she received the address and phone number from James Mason.
The address was close, in a small town not far from Fenton City, a two-hour drive away. She would call once she arrived in town, and someone would naturally pick her up.
*
Half an hour later.
In the living room, Nora Scott and Pedro Langley sat on the sofa, staring at each other.
"You stood me up, and now you want me to babysit?"
Pedro Langley’s face was as dark as a pot bottom.
Holding a pillow in her arms, Nora Scott turned her head to look at him and slowly said, "The master’s order is hard to defy..."
Pedro Langley asked, "What did he ask you to do?"
"I don’t know."
"..."
He originally thought, if it wasn’t something only "Nora Scott" could do, he could find someone else to solve it.
But hearing Nora Scott’s simple and clear three words, Pedro Langley could only stare at her blankly.
Raising his hand to pinch his brow, Pedro Langley, with a gloomy expression, asked speechlessly, "Are all of your sect’s people this casual?"
"Hmm."
Well, that’s not exactly wrong.
Pedro Langley, feeling frustrated, asked her, "How do you plan to make it up to me when you get back?"
Nora Scott stared at him.
For a while, she seemed to compromise and spoke up, "How about—"
"Click."
The door opened, interrupting Nora Scott.
Returning from exercise, Marcus Shaw and Andrew Hughes walked in, drenched in sweat.
Nora Scott glanced at the entrance, then withdrew her gaze, swallowing back the words she was about to say.
However, Pedro Langley sharply sensed something unusual, narrowed his eyes, and pursued, "’How about’ what?"
"Let’s talk about it later."
She glanced sideways at him, tossed the pillow aside, and then stood up.
"You’re back."
She turned her head to greet the two.
"Yeah."
Marcus Shaw nodded slightly.
Andrew Hughes’s eyes were glued to Nora Scott, obediently greeted, "Nora Scott."
Marcus Shaw looked at Andrew Hughes oddly.
—Speaking so softly, aren’t you pretending to be a little adult?
"Come here."
Nora Scott gestured to Andrew Hughes with a tilt of her chin.
Andrew Hughes quickly changed his shoes and immediately ran over. However, he didn’t get too close to the heavenly beautiful Nora Scott, as he was covered in sweat.
Nora Scott didn’t care much, grabbing his arm and pulling him closer.
"Mr. Langley."
Rolling his eyes, Andrew Hughes looked at Pedro Langley and respectfully greeted him, considering he was Nora Scott’s boyfriend.
One moment "sister," the next moment "uncle" — it was giving Pedro Langley a headache.
Sometimes Nora Scott treated him as an elder, other times as a junior...
"Marcus Shaw has things to do, so for the next few days, this uncle will be your temporary guardian," Nora Scott introduced, then asked Andrew Hughes, "Is that okay?"
Today was still a holiday.
However, with the Mecha contest coming up, both Marcus Shaw and Oliver Scott had to be busy with Mecha tests, practically spending all their holiday time on it. It’s said their entire team and Mr. Flynn have been working overtime making adjustments.
If Nora Scott and Pedro Langley planned to go on a trip, Andrew Hughes would have to hang around with Marcus Shaw, spending time at school.
With both Marcus Shaw and Oliver Scott preoccupied, Andrew Hughes would probably have a hard time on his own and could only continue to bury himself in writing his math problems. Thinking about it this way, the little guy was rather pitiful.
Now, the trip was off, and Pedro Langley had time, so naturally leaving Andrew Hughes with Pedro Langley was the most stable option.
"Hmm."
Andrew Hughes nodded without hesitation.
He couldn’t trouble Nora Scott.
It didn’t matter to him who he followed.
"..."
Having brought the kid forward, it was too late for Pedro Langley to back out now.
Marcus Shaw watched silently for a moment, seeing that he had no part to play, and then went back to his room to shower.
—Later on, he still needed to make breakfast for them.
*
East Peak Town.
After exiting the highway, Nora Scott followed the navigation to reach the vicinity of the destination, then copied the phone number James Mason had given and dialed it.
"Hello, may I ask, are you—"
The voice was quite polite and sounded like someone in their twenties or thirties, still quite young.
Nora Scott didn’t waste words and directly introduced her connection, "James Mason’s disciple."
"Disc... disciple?"
The person on the phone stuttered, almost biting his tongue.
"Is there a problem?"
"No, are you young?" The young man on the phone asked cautiously.
"Hmm."
Nora Scott lifted her eyelid.
"We’re here to film a reality show and need a chivalrous person with an aura of immortality..." That person perhaps felt it was too harsh to refuse directly, so the tone turned, reluctantly saying, "Forget it, where are you now? I’ll come to pick you up."