"No, it’s that, um..." Clent Winter lowered his voice, "Can arrange sothing for my idol?"
So that’s the plan?!
"Get lost!"
After saying that, Evelyn Winter hung up the phone.
She threw the phone onto the passenger seat and glanced at it, unable to hold back a laugh.
That silly kid.
He’s busy trying to get more exposure for his idol, not even knowing if the person actually wants to do it...
...
The cetery is on the mountain.
The road down is winding and treacherous, with no residents or villages along the way. On one side is a mountain, and on the other, a cliff. The area is quite dangerous, but Evelyn Winter’s speed did not slow down.
It wasn’t until halfway down that she stepped on the gas pedal and suddenly stopped.
She glanced at the cliff outside her window.
Evelyn paused, raised her hand to pick up her backpack, and unzipped it.
The result—
The box inside had disappeared, replaced by several packets of chicken claw snacks.
???
Evelyn was stunned for a second.
The only thought in her mind was: Who the hell could pull a switcheroo right in her hands?
The conclusion she reached was—
Impossible.
At the sa ti, the scene of Clent Winter carrying a backpack and disturbing her peace early in the morning flashed through her mind.
She and Clent had the sa backpack.
This little brat... really needs so discipline!
For a mont, she worried that he and Luna Durant are in the sa film crew and feared that if Luna saw the box, it would cause trouble. But on second thought, she dismissed this unnecessary worry.
If Luna Durant had found that box, she would have called the police and had Clent treated as a suspect long ago. There’s no way Clent would still be allowed to finish the program and attend events...
This little brat.
She sighed in relief, initially wanting to "destroy the evidence" directly, but being forced, Evelyn picked up the phone again and made a call to Clent Winter.
*
When Pedro Langley drove back to Cloudwater Haven, it was already late at night, at one in the morning.
Nora Scott was sound asleep.
Turning off the lights and stopping the engine, Pedro Langley stepped out of the car, rounded the front, and opened the passenger door.
"Hey, beauty?"
He bent down, leaned closer to Nora, and called softly, pulling the slipping blanket up a bit.
"..."
Nora frowned slightly, struggled a bit, but made no further moves.
After tucking her blanket in, Pedro Langley unfastened the seatbelt, turned his head, and looked at her sleeping soundly, then lowered his voice and continued to call, "Heavenly Immortal?"
"..."
"Nora."
"Don’t bother ."
Nora was completely bothered by him, muttering in an annoyed tone.
"..."
Pedro Langley finally stopped pestering her. He straightened up, leaned against the car, chuckled softly, and looked at her quietly.
For a long while.
Perhaps sensing his gaze, Nora, still sowhat conscious in her sleep, slightly squinted at him, and after recognizing who he was just from his silhouette, she closed her eyes again without looking at his face.
"Are we there?"
She asked in a drowsy voice.
"Mm."
Pedro Langley uttered a single soft sound.
"I’m sleepy."
She reached for the seatbelt blocking her way, and with her eyes still closed, she grabbed Pedro’s wrist and pulled.
The silent gesture spoke clearly enough.
"My dear."
Pedro Langley sighed.
He resignedly bent over, and Nora automatically climbed onto his shoulder and then hooked her arm around his neck.
With one hand around her, and the other hand sliding under her knees, Pedro Langley scooped her up, holding her securely.
"Snacks."
Despite not being fully awake, Nora stayed half-asleep and half-awake, still thinking about the snacks in her backpack.
Having witnessed Marcus Shaw confiscate Nora’s snacks, Pedro Langley could only feel both sad and amused seeing her reaction.
—Nora, even you have those days.
With one hand free, he hooked it through the strap of the backpack, and only then did he carry her out of the parking lot.
*
Marcus Shaw is not back from school, Andrew Hughes is being looked after by Father Camilo Nogueira, so he’s staying upstairs tonight.
Pedro Langley carried Nora to his bedroom.
Normally outside, Nora keeps her guard up, but here with Pedro, that’s not a concern. No matter where they are, as soon as she’s in bed, wrapped in blankets, she continues to sleep contentedly.
Although he wanted to let her sleep on, seeing her breathtakingly beautiful face, Pedro Langley couldn’t help but squat by the bed.
He coaxes her, "My dear, how about we take off your makeup?"
"...Damn those show producers, why did they put makeup on ? Isn’t my bare face beautiful enough?"
Nora grumbled and complained, sounding annoyed and impatient.
This young lady has always had a precise understanding of her looks. Not knowing how beautiful she is? Pure nonsense.
Pedro Langley chuckled happily, "Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful."
Nora slightly opened her eyes, moved forward a bit, and rested her chin on her folded hands.
She stared at Pedro Langley and then said, "The makeup remover is in the car."
Her car was still parked at the filming site.
Tomorrow, soone would bring it back and also handle the hotel checkout, but those are matters for tomorrow.
"Does my house need to be so poor that we can’t even have makeup remover?"
"Stop it, your place only has one bottle of face wash, always being tightfisted." Nora suddenly stretched out her hand, her fingers touched his cheek, pinching gently. The feel was quite good, "My handso guy, you only rely on this handso face. If it were a little worse, I’m afraid you’d be old and faded."
"....."
Pedro Langley chuckled softly, without responding.
He took Nora’s hand and held it in his palm, gave it a gentle squeeze, then tucked it back under the covers.
"I’ll probably pay more attention to this face in the future, striving to match you," Pedro Langley said without blinking, then instructed, "You sleep a bit more."
Nora murmured a sign of agreent.
Too sleepy and exhausted, plus she hadn’t really woken up earlier, she was extrely tired, her head dizzy, and as soon as she closed her eyes, she unknowingly fell asleep again.
The bedroom was only lit with a bedside lamp. Pedro Langley went to the bathroom, and when the light turned on, it illuminated a variety of skincare and costic products lined up.
The day Nora stayed here after drinking, she woke up the next morning complaining that his face wash was not good, and his bathroom had nothing. Within a couple of days, Pedro Langley got her all those things.
However, Nora usually doesn’t wear makeup, she occasionally takes care of her skin, but the skincare and makeup products mostly just gather dust...
Who knows what purpose they serve.
He found the makeup remover among a heap of bottles, and also picked up so cotton pads. By the ti he returned to the bedroom, Nora had fallen asleep again.
Knowing that she got up early and had been busy all day, Pedro Langley didn’t wake her up again.
He sat on the bedside, wet a cotton pad with makeup remover, and gently wiped her face clean of makeup. After several careful rounds, he used wet wipes for one more clean sweep.
His fingers brushed over her skin, fine and smooth, like a peeled egg.
Satisfied.
He switched off the bedside lamp and took his things back to the bathroom.
"Click," a very light sound, the door closing softly.
Nora, who had been sleeping quietly, shifted a bit, then opened her eyes slightly, her gaze landing in the direction of the bathroom.
After pausing briefly, she reached out to touch her face, still retaining a trace of Pedro Langley’s touch.
Like an idiot.
Why didn’t he just call ?
*
Afraid of disturbing Nora in the bedroom bathroom, Pedro Langley took his clothes to the adjacent bathroom for a shower.
When he ca out, he glanced at the backpack tossed on the sofa and chuckled, rembering Nora’s "precious" reaction towards it.
Who would’ve thought that such a fierce Northwest girl...
Secretly hiding snacks from her brother?
Not quite so.
With him around, Nora didn’t often dare to do so.
When Jack Carter was there, Nora wasn’t afraid. But she respected Butler Loxley, and if he cast a few looks and sighed, she wouldn’t touch the snacks.
He walked over, picked up the backpack, and unzipped it, planning to stash the snacks in the snack box for her for a while.
But—
As soon as he opened it, a wooden box inside imdiately caught his attention.
?
It didn’t look like snacks.
After a slight hesitation, Pedro Langley picked up the wooden box, his fingers pushed it open.
Inside was a finely crafted golden cup.
It seed quite familiar.
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