Nora Scott was rendered speechless by him. The murderous aura around her grew stronger, and Pedro Langley wisely stopped pushing his luck. Lowering his gaze, he glanced at her slender hand under her sleeve, and instinctively reached out to hold her cold hand, then led her outside, "Let’s go, I’ll borrow your car and treat you to a meal." His actions were too casual and natural. His palm was warm and firm, and at that moment of being held, Nora’s heart seemed to drop and skip a beat, creating an illusion of them actually being in a relationship. It felt like an ordinary cold war, an ordinary quarrel, and then, an ordinary reconciliation. This familiar feeling washed over Nora, causing a moment of hesitation. By the time she came back to her senses, Pedro was already leading her out of the row of seats. Inexplicably, Nora did not shake him off. She allowed Pedro to lead her all the way out of the theater. Outside was a biting cold wind; as soon as they stepped out, the chill hit them thoroughly. Nora shivered, regaining some clarity, and pulled her hand from Pedro’s grip. She stuffed her hand in her pocket, turning her head to look into the distance, her eyes scanning around. Taking a breath of cold air, Nora’s voice turned a bit cooler, "Easton is being discharged from the hospital tomorrow." The slight unease and discomfort were written all over her face, which Pedro watched thoroughly, unable to suppress a smile. Nora’s acting skills... Probably would never make a mark in the entertainment industry. Pedro wasn’t surprised by Nora’s words; he restrained his smile and asked, "You want me to help him with the discharge?" "He wants to see you, says he has something to give you." Nora kicked away an annoying pebble at her feet and finally turned her head to Pedro, "When are you free?" Pedro met her gaze and calmly said, "Anytime you arrange." Nora raised an eyebrow, clearly somewhat surprised. Pedro was amused by her obvious reaction, "What’s with your expression?" "The expression of seeing a shrewd merchant not bargaining." After all, this is someone who would need to negotiate even to reveal a bit of Scott family information. Pedro chuckled, "Is that how you see me?" "It wasn’t like that before, but now—" Nora shrugged, "Not quite sure." "Has that impression changed now?" "Hmm," Nora hesitated for a moment, slightly tilted her head; the neon lights cast a faint halo on her profile, she raised an eyebrow, and laughed, "A little." She laughed relaxedly, her delicate profile, beautiful as white porcelain. Pedro quietly appreciated her without bantering. Nora wasn’t wrong, at this stage, not negotiating, not causing trouble, wasn’t Pedro’s usual style of doing things. Sitting beside him, she leaned in voluntarily; a slight frustration when seeing ’Loughton’; a minor annoyance upon knowing Flora Loughton was watching, and... the hand not immediately pulled away, every little detail, no doubt pleased him. Based on his understanding of Nora, with those she considers friends, she wouldn’t reach this level of interaction. If that’s the case, there’s no need to "negotiate." Pedro suddenly said, "There’s a hot pot place nearby that’s pretty good, doesn’t close until midnight." "Huh?" Nora asked inexplicably, "When did I say I wanted hot pot?" Pedro lazily replied, "Did you have dinner?" Seeing her silence, Pedro chuckled lightly. With Marcus Shaw around on weekends, Nora doesn’t need to worry about her meals. If staying with the Scott family, her diet would be more regular. However, the Scott family is more than an hour from the theater; if Nora arrived just after seven, she must be staying at Cloudwater Haven. Today is Monday, Marcus Shaw happens to be away. He was betting that Nora hadn’t had dinner. After a moment of silence, Nora turned and walked forward; after a few steps, she took out the keys and tossed them behind her, the sound carrying a sense of resignation—— "You drive the car, where’s the place?" ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novel_fіre.net The car key drew an arc before landing in Pedro’s hand. Pedro looked down and laughed lightly, softly, yet as warm as a spring breeze. Antonio Easton and Ward were successfully discharged. Nora had everything arranged before their discharge; on the day, there was no need to rush, just to pick them up and take them home. But back in the alley, a once desolate home front became bustling immediately, with many neighborhood folks coming to see Antonio Easton. In and out they came, leaving Nora almost sidelined. After a burst of activity, once they had all been seen off, it was already afternoon. Just as she caught her breath, Nora received a call. "Miss Scott, I’m the designer who previously assisted you, I’ll be at your house shortly, may I know where you are now?"