Staring at the skeleton’s eyes for a few seconds, Marcus Shaw opened the WeChat ssage and replied—
[XN]: Arrived.
The next second, he heard the phone ding from the person opposite and then saw them lower their head to start replying.
Marcus Shaw: "..."
In no ti, Marcus’s phone vibrated again. He blinked, looked down, and saw a line of text—
[SJY]: Where are you?
Marcus sighed softly, put his phone on the table, lifted his eyelids, and saw Miguel Smith looking around. Marcus paused, curled his fingers, knocked on the table, "Here."
With his mind elsewhere, Miguel heard the voice and glanced at Marcus, asking, "Is your friend here too?"
"..."
Marcus looked at him silently, his gaze coldly clear, feeling a bit of an impulse to get up and leave right away.
Feeling uneasy from being stared at, Miguel thought that Nora Scott’s amazing brother might have so problem with his brain. He just wanted to say sothing to break the awkwardness when suddenly Marcus’s words struck him—
"Where are you?"
"Here."
!!!
What a clear and straightforward conversation!
"Is it you?"
Miguel was shocked, utterly astounded, his brain buzzed as if a bomb had gone off.
Marcus Shaw: "Yes, it’s ."
"..."
What kind of unbelievable coincidence is this?!
His online boyfriend of two years turned out to be his friend’s half-sibling?!
"... Sit down."
Faced with this neither awkward nor codic scene, Marcus tried to keep it from becoming suffocatingly awkward.
"It’s you," Miguel ca to his senses, comnted face-to-face, and sat down opposite Marcus, "Should’ve known we’d t, could’ve just recognized you at your sister’s place."
Marcus Shaw: "..." So much for ’should’ve known.’
"By the way, speaking of your sister—" Miguel suddenly leaned forward, gossiping, "Didn’t you say your sister was schizophrenic?"
"..."
I even suspected you and my sister had sothing shady going on.
After all, the first ti hearing the na "Miguel Smith" was from Pedro Langley’s mouth. Pedro Langley and Nora Scott seed like a couple, yet he could ask Nora straight-faced if she went on a date with Miguel Smith.
Marcus thought of another matter, asked, "Was ’Maze’ the ga you had my sister play?"
"Yes." Miguel didn’t deny it, replied frankly, "Did you find out? She really likes it."
"Yeah."
"When will ’Maze 2’ be ready?"
Marcus responded lightly, "Next month perhaps."
Originally, it was about ready this month, but Nora asked him and Oliver Scott to participate in ’ch Battle,’ which conflicted with the schedule, so the ga’s release had to be pushed back.
"Speaking of which—" Miguel rubbed his cheek, feeling a bit toothache, "Was the mischievous sister who cost you ten thousand followers also Nora Scott?"
"... Can your friendship withstand you slandering her like this behind her back?"
"You’re not going to tell her, are you?" Miguel suddenly felt tense, "After all, we’ve known each other for two years. You’ve only recognized her for half a year; does that count as deep acquaintanceship?"
"I side with her."
Marcus replied without hesitation.
"Huh?" Miguel widened his eyes.
"She looks better than you."
Miguel Smith: "..." Nora Scott, co see your beauty-obsessed brother; this boy can’t be taken seriously!
Though he’d known Marcus online for quite so ti, it was their first eting. During the trip, Miguel had been thinking that this boy was reticent, and he’d have to bring up several topics during their eting. But once Nora was ntioned, the atmosphere naturally beca harmonious, conversations flowed endlessly, and there was no concern about a cold eting.
*
On the other side.
Nora Scott finished her nightti scenes, and when she picked up her phone, she found a ssage from Miguel Smith.
[Miguel Smith]: Want to see the handso face of the ’Maze’ author?
Nora Scott smirked.
[Nora Scott]: Looks like the online romance beca real?
[Miguel Smith]: Of course!
[Miguel Smith]: [Photo]
Nora Scott chuckled playfully, opened the photo, and then the curve of her lips stiffened for a second.
Oh my goodness.
This world is really small.
In the photo, Marcus Shaw was focusing on ordering, his eyes slightly lowered, his hair falling over his brow, handso and fresh. Miguel Smith, the attention-seeker, had added a filter to the picture, making Marcus appear a bit more elusive.
[Nora Scott]: This young man looks exactly like my brother.
[Miguel Smith]: I think so too.
[Nora Scott]: Ask him if I look good.
[Miguel Smith]: Not really, there’s a big age gap between you two, no way, no way.
[Miguel Smith]: I asked him, showed him your most beautiful photo, and he didn’t say anything, just looked down to play on his phone. See how he gives you no face, this brother can’t be kept.
The second after receiving Miguel Smith’s reply, Nora Scott’s phone buzzed again.
[Marcus Shaw]: You look good.
[Marcus Shaw]: But can you two be a little more normal?
Nora Scott chuckled and sent another ssage to Miguel Smith.
[Nora Scott]: The handso brother said I look good. Ask him, considering how beautiful his sister is, can he hurry up with "Maze 2"?
[Miguel Smith]: Asked. He asked if you could hurry up with "Base No. 9".
[Nora Scott]: Whoever looks good gets to decide.
[Miguel Smith]: ...
[Miguel Smith]: He said he’ll be quick. By the way, he recomnded a Sudoku ga for you, once you surpass his record, "Maze 2" should be about done.
Nora Scott downloaded the Sudoku ga.
This ga is online, after logging in with WeChat, you can see your friends’ level rankings. Nora Scott glanced over it and saw Marcus Shaw was already past level 1000, paused, and then scoffed lightly.
She can’t outdo a student who spends his whole days in the lab?
On the way, Nora Scott cleared more than ten levels in one go. When she entered the hotel for the sake of appearances, she put her phone away, planning to play more once she was in the room. But when she opened the door, the lights were bright inside, and listening closely, soone was showering.
"Pedro?"
Nora Scott imdiately reacted, calling out.
The sound of the shower stopped, but there was no imdiate reply. After a mont of silence and a rustling sound, footsteps approached. The door to the bathroom opened, and a man, wrapped only in a towel, boldly appeared in view.
Nora Scott looked for two seconds, cursing inwardly.
This man is definitely favored by the heavens, having achieved a gym’s body... it’s truly downright seductive, with muscle lines just right, not too much or too little. Just one glance and you can’t stop looking.
Nora Scott went over to touch his abs, feeling it once wasn’t enough, so she touched it again and even squeezed it.
"Don’t ss around."
Pedro Langley spoke hoarsely, grabbing Nora Scott’s hand, his Adam’s apple bobbing.
Nora Scott let him hold her hand, looking up to ask, "How did you get in?"
"This is Cloud Sky Hotel."
Nora Scott was puzzled, "And then?"
"It’s owned by Camilo Nogueira’s family, a phone call would get you a room card."
"... Lawless."
Nora Scott internally complained, then asked, "Weren’t you supposed to go back?"
"Girlfriend out all night, and she’s so pretty, I couldn’t relax, ca to keep an eye on you." Pedro Langley’s lips curved slightly, "And, to hear the stories of the days you road the Martial World from a well-experienced girlfriend."
"... Huh?"
Nora Scott tilted her head.
Pedro Langley’s lips flattened, gazing slightly downwards, he continued, "Like cutting off two fingers or sothing."
"..."
Who the hell told him those?!
After a brief pause, Nora Scott thought for a mont, then advised, "Forget it, the lady of the clan doesn’t need to shed blood, no need to build courage. The chief’s heroic deeds will naturally be sung by others."
Pedro Langley gritted his teeth in frustration, "You’re really quite proud!"
"As I should be."
Nora Scott nodded, indeed quite proud.
Pedro Langley, losing his temper again from her antics, chuckled, "Alright then, say a couple of heartfelt words to deepen our fragile feelings that shatter at the slightest touch."
"Put your clothes on."
Her gaze swept over him, Nora Scott couldn’t just engage in pure, friendly conversation with him like this, so she turned her head away.
"I’ll have to take them off again, troubleso." Pedro Langley frowned.
Shooting him a glance, Nora Scott reminded, "Pedro Langley, you’re a cultured person, a scholar, don’t act like a scoundrel."
"I quietly got your room card at night to lie under blankets just to chat?" Pedro Langley ruffled her hair earnestly, "Being cultured is for others to see. If I do nothing here, that would an I’m not a person."
Nora Scott: "..."
Oh dear, this man has quite the routine when it cos to acting roguish.
...
This man’s skills improve day by day, Nora Scott was coaxed and teased by him in the middle of the night, ending up telling so stories about the ti in the Northwest. It was okay until she said it, then he was both distressed and angry, going on endlessly.
Nora Scott has good stamina, after a whole day of filming, she could still manage, but with Pedro Langley she was exhausted. After a quick shower, she ca back and fell asleep directly in Pedro Langley’s arms.
Just before her consciousness slipped away, she rembered—
She forgot to play the Sudoku.
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