"Did asking you to watch my performance wrong you in any way?"
Backstage at the theater, Flora Loughton, dressed in her costu, was touching up her makeup in front of a mirror while talking to Pedro Langley, who was sitting next to her.
"No."
Pedro was fiddling with his phone, his expression indifferent, his words not matching his deanor.
Flora paused in her eyebrow penciling, casting a sidelong glance over, "Since you got here, you haven’t even smiled while handing flowers, and you say no?"
Pedro lifted his eyelids and corrected her, "I helped deliver the flowers."
Flora had been interested in theater for years and had been learning about it, but she had never perford on stage before.
This was the first ti.
Normally, Mr. Langley would definitely co to support, but he was caught up and couldn’t make it, so he could only ’offer’ his only son in Fenton City.
The flowers were prepared in advance by Mr. Langley, and Pedro’s role was just to deliver them.
Flora laid down the eyebrow pencil, leaned back slightly, and looked at him leisurely, "Son, it’s my first ti on stage, and you want to play hard?"
The "first ti" emphasized by Flora finally persuaded Pedro a little. He hesitated for two seconds, planning to adjust his expression.
Just at that mont—
His phone vibrated twice, and the screen suddenly lit up.
Flora glanced at it, caught a glimpse of the na and was taken aback.
She looked at Pedro as if observing an exotic sight, "Ancestor?"
Pedro opened the WeChat chatbox.
[Ancestor]: Hi.
[Ancestor]: Still alive?
The na he saved for Nora Scott in his contacts: Ancestor.
After glancing at it for two seconds, Pedro raised his eyelids and told Flora, "My ancestor needs a ticket."
Flora boastfully said, "Give mom a smile."
"..."
Pedro’s gaze flickered.
Just when Flora thought her request was in vain and planned to just give the ticket, suddenly, she saw her handso son sitting up straight, facing her, the corners of his lips curled up into a pleasant smile.
Flora: "..." Damn it.
*
Nora Scott sent her ssage.
Two minutes later, she received a reply.
[Pedro Langley]: [Location]
[Pedro Langley]: [Image - QR Code]
[Pedro Langley]: Before seven, stay alive.
Nora was stunned by his reply, thinking he was really out of his mind.
When she opened the location, she found out it was a theater.
Upon checking the QR code, she realized it was a theater ticket, and the showti was precisely at seven o’clock.
Nora looked at the ti, it was a quarter past six.
She then checked the drive ti from Cloudwater Haven to the theater: forty minutes.
Nora: "..."
Great, why don’t you just go die then.
*
Understanding Pedro’s tsundere nature, along with Antonio Easton urging her, Nora had no choice but to et up. To save ti, Nora spent five minutes quickly tidying up and headed out imdiately.
She hurried as best as she could, but when Nora arrived at the theater, it was already past seven.
With processes like security checks and ticket collection, when Nora finally got there, she had almost missed the deadline for entry.
As soon as the play began, the signal in the whole venue was cut off, making it impossible to contact Pedro.
The theater was almost completely full; looking around, it was a sea of people, and other than the stage, the surroundings were shrouded in darkness. Glancing around, everyone looked the sa, covered by a layer of darkness, all blurred in outline, indistinguishable from one another.
After entering, Nora stood for two seconds and decisively found her seat, based on the information on her ticket.
Second row, center seat, only one spot was left for her.
She sat down in the empty seat, then slightly turned her head, looking at the man sitting to her right.
Shrouded in dim light, his profound, robust facial features appeared much softer, his angular edges softened. He sat relaxedly, eyes fixed straight ahead, black pupils reflecting the scattered glimrs of light, watching the stage as if oblivious to the commotion beside him.
"Hey."
She called out softly, loud enough for Pedro to hear.
"..."
Pedro responded with silence.
There on purpose, Nora impatiently furrowed her brows.
After pausing for a few seconds, she suddenly reached out with her right hand and poked Pedro’s arm.
This ti, Pedro finally moved, turning his head and unexpectedly grabbing Nora’s retreating hand.
Nora tried to pull away slightly, but he held on tightly, not letting go.
In the next mont, Pedro suddenly leaned in, brushing against her shoulder, his head slightly lowered, his short hair mingling with her tangled strands.
However, even though they were almost touching, Pedro continued to watch the stage without looking at her.
He also lowered his voice, enunciating as he murmured by Nora’s ear, "Shall we end the cold war?"
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