Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO
Chapter 37: Are You Paralyzed or Did Your Limbs Degenerate?

Chapter 37: Chapter 37: Are You Paralyzed or Did Your Limbs Degenerate?

"Nora, speak with your conscience and say you’re loyal again."

"..."

It was just a casual remark, she didn’t expect Pedro Langley to have such a reaction.

She felt a bit guilty inside.

His gaze exerted pressure, and being stared at made her quite uncomfortable. After a moment, Nora Scott slowly said, "It’s been so long, no need to dwell on old grievances, right?"

"..."

Pedro Langley was so angry with her that he didn’t want to speak.

After a pause, Nora put the pillow aside and said with a helpless tone, "Throw them away, however you like, okay?"

She felt as if she’d done something wrong.

Standing up slowly, Nora avoided his gaze and turned to head towards the bedroom.

"I’ll go take a shower."

Once the bedroom door closed, Nora’s figure disappeared from sight.

Pedro Langley was quite vexed, pinching the space between his eyebrows with his fingers.

The phone vibrated, it was a call.

"You’re the only one missing. When are you coming?" Camilo Nogueira’s inquiry came from the phone.

"I’m busy, can’t make it."

"So you being the middleman, you let the two groups just stare at each other?"

"Have you gone on a blind date?"

"...What?"

"Just treat it as a blind date or a mixer."

Camilo Nogueira: "..."

A bunch of tech geeks, all guys, how could they see it as a "blind date" or "mixer"?

"You—"

Before Camilo Nogueira could finish speaking, Pedro Langley hung up the phone.

With a cold expression, he grabbed a drawer full of ice cream while dialing Butler Loxley, and walked out the door.

...

Half an hour later.

Returning to the living room after a shower, Nora looked around and did not see any trace of Pedro Langley.

The kitchen hadn’t been touched, but the drawer on the coffee table was gone.

Ran off in anger?

Thinking this, Nora dragged her slippers over to the sofa and picked up her phone wearily.

Time to do the prize drawing...

*

When Pedro Langley entered with grocery bags, he immediately saw Nora Scott curled up in a blanket on the sofa.

Nora, who was slightly sleepy from the sound of the door opening, forced herself to perk up and looked towards the foyer, surprised to see Pedro.

"You’re still here?"

"Went to buy some groceries."

Pedro Langley walked into the foyer, his gaze swept over the men’s slippers in the shoe cabinet, and his expression darkened slightly.

Changing into slippers he took from next door, Pedro walked into the living room in a displeased mood.

"Oh."

Nora responded lazily.

Standing beside the sofa, Pedro rummaged through the plastic bag and asked, "Still hurting?"

"It’s okay."

The medicine was working, she was just a bit sleepy.

Finding a box of heat patches, Pedro handed it to Nora, "Stick this on."

Half-opening her eyes, Nora saw the box labeled ’uterus warming patch’, and was a bit stunned, "You bought this?"

Pedro frowned, "Or should I have picked it up?"

"..."

Where did his temper come from?

Propping her elbow on the sofa, Nora sat up and pulled off the blanket covering her.

Having just showered, she wore a white silk robe, soft and textured, hem falling below her knees, two legs hanging down, slender and straight, remarkably eye-catching.

The dry hair cap wrapped around her head loosened and slipped off as she moved, allowing her hair to fall with a few strands draping forward.

Slender waist and collarbone, creamy skin like jade.

Pedro turned his gaze away.

However, as Nora reached out for the heat patch, her left sleeve slid down slightly, revealing a bit of her arm. Catching a glimpse of it, Pedro’s gaze paused.

It flashed past.

It was a pale blue tattoo, forming a single word.

End.

Nora, while unwrapping the packaging, noticed his grocery bags and was a bit stunned, "Why did you buy so much stuff?"

"All your spices were expired."

Mentioning this, Pedro was quite speechless.

There were noodles and eggs in the house, and he initially thought he could just cook, but it turned out that almost none of Nora’s kitchen spices were usable.

Though he could use the spices from his own kitchen, since her fridge barely had any nutritious food, after throwing out her expired spices, Pedro simply went to the supermarket and brought back a bunch of stuff for her.

"Really?" Nora paused, unable to recall when she last bought spices. She shrugged it off and said casually, "We can use yours, they’ll expire anyway just sitting there."

"..."

Pedro didn’t respond to her, instead, he found a hot water bag from the grocery bags, opened the packaging, and took out the charging cable to heat it up.

Nora, having just taken out the heat patch, watched his series of actions, and was quite stupefied.

"Pedro Langley."

"What?"

Plug in the charger, Pedro looked over.

Nora chuckled, "Do you have the soul of a woman’s best friend?"

"..." Pedro gave her a chilly look, "You just got better yet you already start teasing, aren’t you tired?"

"Ha."

Nora raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Take it yourself when it’s done.’

Pedro reminded, then he took the shopping bags and headed to the kitchen.

With so many odds and ends, Pedro neatly organized them all, preparing the ingredients needed for Yangchun Noodles.

Yangchun Noodles, as he saw it, was simply noodles boiled in plain water.

Ingredients: noodles, eggs, two green onions.

Taking out his phone, Pedro opened the tutorial Butler Loxley had sent and reviewed it again before starting.

At this moment, accompanied by the sound of slippers tapping on the floor, Nora’s voice came, "Can you really cook?"

"Yeah."

Pedro replied with a straight face, discreetly slipping the phone back into his pocket.

Having stuck on the heat patch, Nora draped the blanket over her shoulders, her hair loosely scattered, completely unconcerned about her image, and just walked in like that.

A woman adorns herself for someone dear...

This phrase flitted through his mind, inexplicably souring Pedro’s mood.

"Good luck."

Nora casually encouraged him, though in her heart, she had long given up on this dinner.

Pulling open the fridge door, Nora glanced at the freezer, confirming all the drawers were empty, and let out a sigh.

Tilting her head, Nora asked, "Really threw it all away?"

Pedro hummed in response and added, "Eat less cold food in winter."

"..."

"If you collapse at my door, it would be hard to explain."

Originally a bit irritated, Nora was amused by his serious comment.

"Why would I collapse at your door?"

"Based on your state from half an hour ago."

"..."

Thinking about it, Nora felt that at this point she should say: I, Nora Scott, even if I collapse on the roadside, or in an elevator, there’s absolutely no way I’d collapse at your door.

But, on second thought, it seemed childish to her, and she felt her temper subside.

Given that he actually helped out, Nora decided not to argue with him over a drawer of ice cream.

Seeing her obediently close the fridge door, Pedro nodded in satisfaction and said, "I bought some fruit, you can wash it and eat it."

Snugly wrapped Nora raised her eyebrows at this, "I have to wash them?"

Pedro glanced at her sideways, "Are you paralyzed on one side, or have your limbs degenerated?"