Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO
Chapter 20: Only with Good Deeds Can Wishes Come True

Chapter 20: Chapter 20: Only with Good Deeds Can Wishes Come True

The corridor ends by the stairs, outside is a sliding window.

The window is opened slightly, letting in a cold breeze accompanied by the noise of honking cars.

Isabel Lyle is freezing cold.

She dials the number repeatedly, but only receives an "invalid number" message.

Half a month ago, she was contacted by a mysterious person who promised to provide dirt on Lily Turner and said they would pay her a sum of money to cover her mother’s surgery fees.

At that time, when Nora Scott came to be Lily Turner’s bodyguard and Lily Turner encountered several incidents, Isabel realized something.

Originally unwilling to get involved, but with her mother’s surgery urgent and her own desperate need for money, coupled with Lily Turner treating her poorly usually, she gritted her teeth and agreed.

After she agreed, the person sent over a deposit, saying that they would pay the balance once the task was completed.

But now, having seen no trace of the balance payment, and with the number unreachable, she has no way to find anyone...

"Run slower, don’t fall—"

A worried shout from a mother downstairs.

Followed immediately by the sounds of children playing, laughter and joy.

In a moment of distraction, Isabel lowered her eyelids slightly, her finger slid across the phone screen browsing the contacts list.

Finally, her gaze settled on a specific note.

Her eyes dimmed, with hesitation, nervousness, and confusion churning deep inside. After a brief moment, all emotions dissolved into despair, leaving only calm and composure in her dark eyes.

Her fingers tremblingly pressed down, dialing.

"Director Mill..."

Isabel’s voice was very low.

Who knows what kind of feelings she had when she finished this call.

She looks quite decent, leaning towards a pure and obedient type, previously an art student who studied dance and acting. But the year of the college entrance exam, her family fell on hard times, forcing her to drop out and work, eventually becoming an assistant. During her time with Lily Turner, a few people did approach her, but she knew there would be a cost.

She refused to compromise.

But now, she has only one relative left...

Heart heavy, Isabel faced the wind, standing still for a long time, finally exhaling slowly and then turned around—

"Nora!"

The figure that suddenly appeared, made Isabel call out in surprise.

Clutching the phone tightly, she took a step back against the window and instinctively hid the phone behind her.

Uneasy and nervous, she wanted to avoid Nora’s gaze but had nowhere to flee.

Nora leaned against the hallway entrance, her finger hooked on a bag of fruit, looking at her lazily, her other hand in her pocket.

Still bare-faced, but still stunningly beautiful. Her striking presence, with that air of aloof elegance, came through powerfully.

Without the military coat she wore casually, she had an undeniable presence.

"You’ve learned dance?" Nora spoke, asking this out of nowhere.

Completely unprompted.

Pausing slightly, Isabel pursed her lips, and softly said: "...Dance."

"That’s what I was asking about."

"Mm."

Isabel gently responded, waited a moment, then asked proactively: "Is there something?"

"Desperately need money?"

"..."

Isabel knitted her brows slightly but didn’t speak.

She wanted to walk away, head held high and past Nora, avoiding any inquiries that made her uneasy. But, considering that Nora might have overheard the phone call she just made, she lost her courage, feeling her scalp tingling, and her body powerless.

"The person you found is unreliable, notorious in the industry for ’empty promises’," Nora casually threw a cold splash at her but then turned his tone, offering deliberately, "Help me with something, and I can give you money."

"..."

Isabel didn’t respond, instead asking cautiously, "Why are you helping me?"

Shouldering slightly, Nora honestly and directly said, "Because I don’t like Lily Turner either."

This reason seemingly lowered her vigilance.

She considered for a moment, pursing her lips, hesitantly asking: "What kind of help do you mean?"

Nora stood upright, took a few steps forward, pulled out a business card from his pocket, and handed it to Isabel.

The business card was a bit crumpled.

"I owe this director a favor, recently he wanted to hire me for a low-budget film, but I don’t have time. If you go, it would pay back this favor, and I’ll make up the remaining money for you."

Isabel was stunned, "Just this?"

"What else?" Raising an eyebrow, Nora’s expression was indifferent, but his words direct, "If I want a ’murder for hire’, would I need you?"

"..."

Oddly enough, the situation was clearly dire, mood should be low, yet somehow, Isabel suddenly felt like laughing.

"Thank you."

"Don’t rush to thank me; if he plans to shoot action scenes, you’ll have to endure quite a bit of hardship." Nora subtly reminded her.

"Still, thank you." Isabel sincerely expressed her thanks, then she hesitated, curiously asking, "Don’t you plan to return to the entertainment industry?"

"Busy."

Nora dropped a single word and left.

Tall figure, cold silhouette, like an aloof queen not easily approachable, yet with concealed warmth and tenderness...

Like a ray of light in despair, piercing through the darkness, full of strength, striking straight at the heart, neither more nor less, perfectly timed.

Unimaginable goodwill, unimaginable sincerity.

Clutching the card tightly, the palm was painfully pricked, tears filled Isabel’s eyes.

*

Just as Nora reached the stair corner, she saw Miguel Smith standing on the steps, leaning against the wall, his hands in his pockets waiting for her.

Tall figure, handsome features, wearing casual attire with simple design, also quite eye-catching.

Several patients passed by him, inevitably glancing at him more than once.

Miguel Smith raised an eyebrow, smiling at her, "Doing a good deed?"

Lifting her leg to walk up the steps, Nora initially didn’t intend to respond to him, but abruptly thought of a phrase, and slowly spoke—

"Accumulating merits and doing good deeds, to fulfill one’s wishes."

"Ha!"

Miguel Smith was startled by her, almost falling.

His figure paused, following closely behind her, "Do you have a wish?"

"No." Responding instinctively, Nora’s words paused slightly, curling her lips into a smile, "Not really..."

"What?"

Glancing at him sideways, Nora chuckled, "You people, doing too many unscrupulous things, just giving you some good fortune."

His temple pulsating, Miguel Smith got annoyed, retorting, "Nora, search your conscience and tell me, who is more unscrupulous than you? Knocking down snowmen made by children such unscrupulous act, did you do it—"

"Children need adversity to grow their minds." Nora earnestly responded.

"I don’t believe a word you’re saying!"

Miguel Smith snorted, scolding her.

Nora smiled.

A wish, perhaps there really is one.

If possible, she hoped that the people around her would enjoy a bit of good luck.

Those comrades steadfastly standing amidst war and smoke, relatives suffering from illness, friends forced to relinquish dreams due to discrimination and prejudice...

Even if just a little luck.

Lethal bullets may deviate by one centimeter, less pain waiting for life to end, a chance to continue pursuing past dreams.

No life is smooth sailing; ups and downs are inevitable.

Just everyone hopes that when falling to the bottom of the valley, they can see a glimpse of hope, feel some seemingly elusive favor.

Chattering away, Nora took out an apple and stuffed it into Miguel Smith’s mouth, finally finding some peace for her ears.

"Not even washed!"

Miguel Smith, biting into the apple, angrily took it out, chewing.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, the two arrived at the hospital room door.

However—

The door opened by itself.

A figure walked out from inside, it was a middle-aged man.

Nora’s steps halted, and the softness in her eyes gradually faded, covered by a layer of cold frost.

The middle-aged man was stunned, staring at her dumbly, then murmured: "Nora..."