The receptionist happened to hand his card back to him.
Nora Scott strolled over, "Didn’t I tell you to put it on my tab?"
"What, you want to confirm the rumor that I’m a ’kept man’?"
Taking the newly purchased antique, Pedro Langley turned around and asked with a half-smile.
Nora Scott: "..."
She hadn’t thought about that at all.
After a pause, she asked, "Who did you buy it for?"
"My dad."
"...Oh."
Nora Scott was about to say that if it was for his dad, she wouldn’t mind covering the cost.
However, considering that Pedro Langley might seize the opportunity to take advantage and push his limits, she decided to swallow her words.
Forget it, better not to argue with him.
...
The music festival, held at seven in the evening, wasn’t far from the antique market, just a half-hour drive, but due to traffic delays, they lost a lot of ti. Originally, there was enough ti for dinner, but they ended up just buying two grilled corns by the roadside as a quick fix.
The closer they got to the square where the festival was held, the more crowded it beca, mostly young people, full of joy.
Pedro Langley parked the car a bit further away, and then he and Nora each took a grilled corn, eating as they walked with the crowd towards the venue.
The noise was all around.
A couple was goofing around as they passed by, almost bumping into Nora, who dodged them just in ti.
The guy apologized, and the couple, holding hands, continued towards the entrance.
Pedro Langley glanced at them, but his gaze lingered a bit on their held hands.
"Give a hand."
Suddenly, Pedro Langley reached out to Nora.
Nora Scott turned back, puzzled, "What for?"
Pedro Langley replied seriously, "Too many people, don’t want to get separated."
"...Such a pain."
Nora Scott muttered.
But a few steps later, noticing the throngs of people coming and going, she slowly pulled her hand out from her pocket.
Before she even reached out, Pedro Langley smirked and grabbed her hand.
In April, the weather improved, but with the difference between day and night temperatures, it was a bit cold at night, and Nora’s hand was as cold as ever.
Pedro Langley held it tightly.
Nora kept her head slightly down, focusing on her corn, not looking at him.
"It’s so heavy; if it weren’t for my kid being at the festival, I wouldn’t carry such a heavy cara."
"Take good pictures, I’ll treat you to a late-night snack tonight!"
"Ah, today’s Clent baby is sure to be so cool! Every ti his stage outfits are amazing!"
"I really hope God Z can be there tonight too. Ever since he found out that God Z likes electronic music, my cool guy’s biggest dream is to see God Z watching his performance one day."
...
A group of fans holding "Clent" support signs walked by energetically and happily.
Hearing the na "God Z" ntioned unintentionally, Nora looked up but then glanced at her corn, lowering her head again.
If the fans knew she was munching on corn on her way to the festival...
Better forget it.
"Clent’s also here?" Pedro Langley frowned and asked her while glancing sideways.
Finishing the last bite of corn, Nora casually tossed the cob into a trash can, countering, "Aren’t you the one who bought the tickets?"
"..."
He bought them just to suit her preferences.
In fact, to Pedro Langley, who had no aesthetic sense for electronic music, it all sounded like noise.
"Clent may be on the pop music path, but he loves electronic music, has collaborated with quite a few big nas abroad," Nora evaluated objectively, "A really talented kid."
The fans had just been saying how they hoped Zero could watch Clent’s performance.
Actually, every year at Clent’s concerts, Nora would be there.
The young man’s musical talent always left a surprising impression, each concert carefully prepared, and the audience would always enjoy a high-standard visual feast.
A singer born for the stage.
Pedro Langley wasn’t deeply moved, recalling Clent’s pitiful appearance in a reality show recently. He remarked sourly, "A crybaby."
"..."
Nora gave him a speechless side-eye.
At this mont—
A woman suddenly chid in, "He does cry a lot."
Looking at each other, both paused and turned to look at the woman who spoke.
Nora was montarily stunned.
It was the woman they had run into at the antique market that evening—
Evelyn Winter.
"What a coincidence."
Still in the sa outfit, Evelyn Winter smiled, took off her sunglasses, and greeted Nora.
"Winter."
Nora nodded, responding.
Upon hearing Nora call her "Winter," Pedro Langley hesitated slightly, then, after sizing up Evelyn Winter, greeted her as well, "Hello."
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