After a sleepless night, Pedro Langley was in a bit of a bad mood when he suddenly saw a breakfast spread that didn’t appeal to him at all. Jack Carter’s eyelid twitched, and he lowered his head slightly, quickly saying, "All those breakfasts were bought by Miss Scott. She said she was going out to get breakfast and would bring us some as well. She wasn’t sure about our preferences, so she bought quite a lot. Master Pedro, if they’re not to your liking, I also prepared some other breakfast items..." As he said this, he heard footsteps and discreetly lifted his eyelids, wanting to gauge Pedro Langley’s expression. Unexpectedly, he noticed the thin anger on Pedro Langley’s brow dissipate, his expression as composed as always. He walked to the dining table, pulled out a chair, and sat down without any sign of displeasure or annoyance. Picking up a cup of soy milk, Pedro paused and turned his head to look at the still-standing Jack Carter. "What are you standing there for? Come and have breakfast." Jack Carter finally reacted, walking over with a head full of doubts. Isn’t this change a bit too fast? The nightfall was approaching. The sky gradually darkened, the living room unlit, with a phone placed on the coffee table, its screen glowing with dim light. "Nora Scott, are you even human!" Miguel Smith roared indignantly over the phone, "Not only did you forget my birthday this year, but even when I reminded you at the dining table, you folded a paper airplane out of napkins for me! You even made up a story about hoping I could soar freely! And now you’re shameless enough to ask me what birthday gift to give someone else?" After having breakfast, Nora Scott, who had just woken up, poured herself a glass of water and sat back on the sofa. "Be more generous." Nora Scott sipped her water and calmly advised. "Can you have some decency?" "Things that get in the way are better lost." Miguel Smith was so stunned by her shameless attitude that he was left speechless. Taking a deep breath, Miguel forced himself to calm down, not wanting to argue with her, and asked, "Who are you giving a gift to?" His teeth clicked, leaving Miguel in a daze, "Who?" Nora didn’t bother to respond to him. Miguel adjusted his mood and asked in surprise, "Aren’t you really planning to rekindle things with him?" After drinking half of her glass of water, Nora paused and said, "No, I’m not." "Then what kind of gift are you giving?" Too lazy to argue with him on this topic, Nora picked up her phone, crossed her legs, and bluntly asked, "In one sentence, what should I give?" After a moment of silence, Miguel sighed, compromising, "When it comes to giving gifts, usually you cater to their preferences, give what they love. But with you... Folding a paper plane right in front of the birthday star, you’re not known for putting much thought into things. Just go shopping, buy whatever, like a watch, lighter, belt—those are the most common..." Miguel patiently gave Nora some suggestions. Finally, he asked, "Are you alone tonight for New Year’s Eve?" Still immersed in the types of gifts, Nora replied absentmindedly. He clicked his tongue, mentally lamenting ’the miserable encounter of two single dogs,’ then suggested, "Why don’t we——" Nora chuckled lightly, interrupting him, "Do you want your dad to break your leg?" Mr. Smith held a grudge against Nora, always disapproving of their association. If Mr. Smith knew that Miguel and Nora were spending New Year’s Eve together, he would inevitably think otherwise. It wouldn’t be impossible for him to break Miguel’s leg then. Miguel was momentarily silent. Not in the mood for small talk, Nora said, "Accompany him well for New Year’s, I’m hanging up now." Just after six o’clock, the night outside growing darker. The phone screen dimmed, Nora gazed out the window at the myriad of lights turning on one after another, the warm lights reflecting star-like glimmers in her pitch-black pupils. Her brows furrowed slightly, her thoughts unknown. After a moment, she stood up, took her phone with her, tidied up, and left. As soon as the door was opened, the warm yellow light from the corridor pierced into her eyes. She squinted, and in the blurry vision, she seemed to catch a glimpse of a familiar figure turning the corner, fleetingly. Listening carefully, the footsteps faded away. Suddenly reminded of last night’s awkwardness, Nora pondered briefly and eventually stepped out, following. This guy is stubborn; one breakfast probably won’t win him over... Upon reaching the corner, Nora first looked at the elevator, just in time to see the elevator doors close, catching a glimpse of that figure through the sliver before it fully shut. Nora raised an eyebrow slightly. The weather dropped in temperature today. Although it hadn’t snowed, the biting cold wind was enough to chill someone to the bone. Pedro Langley stepped out of the building. Looking up, he saw the parked sedan outside and the driver standing by the car door, wrapped in a coat, neck shrunk, shivering from the cold. His gaze turned cold, and he lightly furrowed his brow. Upon seeing Pedro Langley, the driver immediately smiled with delight, warmly approaching, his breath visibly puffing in the cold air. Moving closer, he said, "Professor Loughton specifically asked me to pick you up and take you back." Professor Loughton, naturally referring to Pedro Langley’s own mother, Flora Loughton. "Where to?" Pedro asked coldly. The Langley Residence never had the habit of celebrating New Year’s, or even having a family reunion dinner, it was ’come if you want, don’t if you don’t.’ If you came home, they’d give you an extra pair of chopsticks, but if you didn’t, they wouldn’t worry about where you were messing around. The fact that the driver had been specially asked to pick him up only ever had one reason— The driver paused, the color on his face fading a bit, his expression quite awkward. Professor Loughton had instructed him to use ’bringing Pedro home’ as an excuse to take him to a blind date. He used to work with Pedro, and for some reason a few days ago, had been sent to the Langley Residence as a driver with a pay raise. When he received the ’task’ to come here, he kept contemplating how unreliable Professor Loughton’s plan was, and indeed, it was immediately exposed once he spoke. Pedro’s glare made his scalp tingle, and after a long pause, he braved it, saying, "Master Pedro, the appointment is at six-thirty, and the girl is still waiting." The low voice, carrying a chill even colder than the north wind, penetrated the skin to the bone, freezing him to his core. The driver stood still, a heap of persuading words forced to a halt, shivering in the wind, feeling trapped. Leaving would make it hard to account for. Not leaving, and he might not survive... Just as he was fretting, a teasing voice filled with amusement floated from behind Pedro— "Going for a matchmaking?"