"How is it?"
Nora Scott raised her eyebrows slightly in a bit of pride, reached out to retrieve the silver needle, and added, "Just got it, didn’t have ti to treat it. If you add so poison to the weapon, the effect will be even better."
Pedro Langley’s face darkened slightly, "Are you trying to be an artist or a killer?"
"Self-defense weapons." Retrieving each small hidden weapon, Nora noticed his furrowed brow and serious expression, paused, and added, "Don’t worry, they’re generally not used."
Squinting slightly, Pedro stared at her intently, "Judging by your tone just now, it seems like you’ve had quite a few chances to use them."
Not only hiding weapons but also poisoning them!
Did she forget all the criminal investigation and legal knowledge forcibly instilled in her?
Moreover, even if it’s a self-defense weapon—
In today’s society, when is such a weapon necessary for self-defense?
"Let’s go."
Nora threw the bamboo flute into the wooden box and closed it with a snap.
No fun.
She ca to share joy, not to be scolded.
She didn’t want to have a conflict with Pedro.
Although—
It’s clear that Pedro was holding back his urge to scold her.
Pedro’s furrowed brow relaxed; he grabbed her hand and looked down at her, his tone rather firm, "You can’t."
Lowering her eyes, her gaze briefly passed over his hand, Nora squinted at him, slightly tilting her head, her lips curling playfully, "And do you think you can hold on just because you say so?"
"You can’t leave before you calm down." Pedro reached out, took the wooden box from her hand, "So you won’t stew alone afterward, and I feel sorry for you."
When Nora is in a bad mood, everything seems displeasing, and the innocent can be affected.
Previously, Pedro wouldn’t coax her, he would silently follow her, watching her cause trouble everywhere.
Now, he doesn’t want to give her this chance.
Her finger poked his chest lightly, Nora gritted her teeth, "How do you plan to calm down?"
Clutching her hand into his palm, Pedro coaxed her lowly, "You decide."
Nora responds better to softness than toughness.
As soon as Pedro softened his attitude, her temper dissipated.
After a while, Nora asked, "Hungry?"
"Yes."
"Go cook," Nora ordered, then added, "I’ll join you for a few bites."
Thus, the previously tense topic was settled like this.
"Okay." Pedro breathed a sigh of relief; letting go of Nora, he glanced at the wooden box in his hand, paused slightly, and genuinely comnted, "The bamboo flute’s chanism was quite a surprise."
"..."
Nora shrugged.
The chanism design was made by Julian Linfield himself, so the result was naturally surprising.
You could tell from the look in his eyes the mont he saw it.
However, he didn’t share that joy with her imdiately, instead worrying she’d use it for sothing dangerous.
Nora’s emotions surged, not only because Pedro’s reaction was different from what she expected, but also—
Just like she feared before, they weren’t people from the sa world.
Their life circles barely overlapped.
Pedro entered the kitchen.
Nora placed the wooden box down, glanced at Pedro’s back, and slowly exhaled.
Let’s talk about it later.
*
The next day, afternoon.
On a weekday, Marcus Shaw, Oliver Scott, and Andrew Hughes went to school, while Pedro Langley chose a company to work at.
Jobless Nora Scott idly stayed at ho, lying on a wicker chair on the balcony, basking in the sun.
anwhile, she studied the script for "Reversing Life."
Both Henry Chapman and Katherine Collins expressed that the role of the second female lead in "Reversing Life" was very suitable for her.
In their words and expressions, there seed to be an implication of "a true-to-life performance."
Nora hadn’t tried modern scripts before and couldn’t comprehend where their mysterious confidence ca from, so while studying the character, she was puzzled.
—What "true-to-life performance," does she seem like a cold-hearted killer?
Halfway through the script, her phone suddenly rang.
It was an unfamiliar number.
After a mont of hesitation, Nora answered.
"Hello, I’m Cleveland, the acting horoom teacher for grade 11, class 3 of First Affiliated High School. Are you Marcus Shaw’s guardian?"
"Yes."
Upon hearing the familiar introduction, Nora instantly felt a foreboding sensation.
"Hello," Mr. Cleveland said, "Sothing has happened with Marcus Shaw. I’m wondering if you have ti to co to the school today."
"What happened?"
"Don’t worry, it’s not a big issue," Mr. Cleveland quickly reassured, "But explaining this matter is a bit complex."
"Okay. I’ll co over soon."
Nora hung up the phone.
However, less than a minute later, the phone rang again.
It was still that unfamiliar number from earlier.
?
Nora answered the call, "Mr. Cleveland?"
The other end was montarily stunned, then hurriedly said, "Oh, sorry, I dialed the wrong number. I intended to call another parent—"
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