"If he really has feelings for you, what will you do?"
Nora Scott paused in her actions.
Miguel Smith leaned closer to her, raising an eyebrow.
"I don’t know," Nora said as she stuffed the last bit of lettuce into her mouth, looking indifferent and speaking slowly, "We’ll see when the time comes."
Lately, when she saw Pedro Langley, she only thought he was there to ’make trouble’; later, when he moved to Cloudwater Haven, Butler Loxley’s explanation was quite reasonable; after that... treating him as a friend was quite relaxing.
Thinking about that scene in the square two hours ago...
It shouldn’t be, right?
For a moment, she also had doubts, which is why she asked. However, Pedro Langley has always been direct with his intentions, so the likelihood was very low if he hadn’t made it clear at the time.
Miguel Smith sighed deeply, feeling a bit sorry for the guy in the kitchen, for some reason.
You can only blame the people around Nora Scott for spoiling her too much, she can’t tell.
Miguel Smith’s definition of Nora Scott wasn’t wrong.
Washing the fruits was Pedro Langley’s responsibility, handling the hot pot was Miguel Smith’s task, and as for Nora Scott... she simply stood on the side, enjoying what’s ready.
Without the slightest hint of shyness or guilt.
But, while preparing the hot pot dipping sauce, there was a little incident between Miguel Smith and Pedro Langley.
The two of them, almost instinctively, prepared a dipping sauce each and then pushed them simultaneously towards Nora Scott.
These two sauces were clearly different.
Nora, who had just thrown some fatty beef into the pot, glanced at them, slightly dazed, and simply said, "Thanks."
Pedro Langley and Miguel Smith exchanged glances.
Miguel Smith felt a chill down his spine, rubbed his nose awkwardly, and sat back down dejectedly.
...This hot pot wasn’t going to be enjoyable.
"Isn’t the flavor just excellent?"
After the first plate of fatty beef was fished out, Nora Scott asked Pedro Langley with interest.
Raising his eyes to give Miguel Smith a faint glance, Pedro Langley replied slowly, "Not bad."
Being looked at by him like that made Miguel Smith feel a bit uneasy.
This hot pot meal, aside from Nora Scott who genuinely enjoyed Mr. Smith’s hot pot base, was not savored comfortably by Pedro Langley and Miguel Smith.
Once the hot pot was finished, Miguel Smith originally planned to stay overnight at Nora Scott’s house. But under Pedro Langley’s seemingly invisible threat of a glance, he sighed heavily and bid farewell to Nora Scott.
Nora Scott just assumed he had something to attend to and didn’t insist on making him stay.
The online discussion about the "Castle Central Square billboard" was in full swing. Just after midnight, the billboard at Castle Central Square changed once again, the looping subtitles reading "Nora Scott, Merry Christmas."
People who came to watch recorded it and posted it on various video sites. A multitude of story fragments were concocted and spread, with the protagonist naturally being the once-famous, now-faded star, Nora Scott.
And, within less than a month, Nora Scott, who had appeared twice on trending searches, was also questioned by some with intentions —
At that time, Nora Scott, having seen off the two ’lords’ at home, came out after a bath, wiping her hair with a towel and found her charging phone.
Many calls and messages were wishing her happy birthday, she didn’t reply to each one.
After browsing through them, she started feeling sleepy. Just as she was about to return to the bedroom, the phone vibrated with a buzz.
Pausing slightly, Nora Scott sat back down on the sofa and answered.
The voice came slowly, the environment on the other end was very quiet.
Nora Scott smiled, "It’s past midnight."
"You can pretend it hasn’t."
Nora Scott lazily chimed in, then asked, "Was that all you wanted to say?"
"There’s actually something else."
Boss Alex said, "Someone with the last name Scott has been in Anchel the past half month asking about you."
"Didn’t ask in detail. Just know the last name is Scott, and it’s a young person."
"What are they asking about me for?" Nora Scott squinted her eyes.
Lately, people with the last name ’Scott’ have been popping up quite frequently.
However, if the Scott family really wanted to inquire about her, there’s no need to go to Anchel; she wasn’t hiding and was staying well in Fenton City.
Boss Alex chuckled lightly and said, "To be accurate, they’re inquiring about Master Sliver."
"Nowadays anyone can call themselves a master..." Nora Scott was halfway through her sentence when she asked in confusion, "Wait, what’s the deal between this master and me?"
"Master Sliver, you. Get it?" Boss Alex’s deep and slow voice hid a hint of amusement, quite joyful.
Nora Scott was taken aback, utterly bemused, "What the hell?"