"Is that your boyfriend?" The abrupt question made Nora Scott pause. "No," she replied aloud, looking at him curiously and asking, "What’s the matter with you?" Her response was unexpected, and Joseph Sutton was taken aback, lifting his gaze to the man standing by the car, then looking at the coat Nora was wearing, finding it inexplicable. If you’re not a couple, why are you wearing matching outfits? Without waiting for Joseph Sutton’s response, Nora waved her hand and said, "I’m off. It’s Friday, aren’t you going home? Say hello to your grandfather for me." With that, she had already stepped out the door and was walking towards the steps. Joseph Sutton pouted, staring at Nora’s back, softly grumbling and complaining, "Every time it’s just hello, without even changing a punctuation mark." Pedro Langley stood quietly by the car, gazing at Nora Scott as she walked over. The cold wind was biting, she was wearing a black coat, her hair blown wild by the wind, hands in her pockets, yet her back was straight, standing tall without any sign of bending in the chill, her demeanor proud, exuding a noble aura. As she approached, Pedro suddenly paused, noticing the style of her coat, feeling a familiarity, and instinctively looked down at his own coat, suddenly realizing. Although he knew it was an accident and coincidence, he couldn’t help but feel happy, lighthearted and relaxed. With a subtle smile curling at the corners of his lips, Pedro watched her come near and asked casually, "Nora, did you do this on purpose?" The out-of-nowhere question left Nora momentarily baffled. His gaze swept over her without concealment, finally fixing on her long coat, Pedro leaned slightly forward, whispering in her ear, "Matching outfits." Each word fell completely into her ear. The breath brushed past her ear, tickling as it drilled in. Nora stepped back half a pace, looking up suddenly, her brief confusion giving way as she sized up Pedro’s coat. A single glance was enough to understand, leaving her momentarily speechless. Nora’s expression was indescribable, the coincidence leaving her lost for words; Pedro’s brow carried a smile, calm and composed with a hint of teasing. Being someone who has seen the world, Nora didn’t let herself fall into an awkward situation; after a brief silence, she voluntarily explained, "The other day I saw your coat looked quite warm, and when I saw the brand store while shopping, I bought one on a whim." When buying, she hadn’t noticed that the style of the coat was a couple’s outfit. Her thoughts wandered, Pedro not only didn’t feel disappointed but on the contrary, offered, "If you like it, I can recommend a few other brands to you." "Sure," Nora nodded slightly, but soon after, she suspiciously glanced at him and asked, "They’re not from your family business, right?" Her question left Pedro both amused and slightly annoyed, nearly speechless as he complained, "Your ability to kill a conversation is growing ever stronger." Nora laughed, shrugging her shoulders, and pulled her hands from her pockets to open the passenger door. But just as her fingers touched the handle, another hand suddenly reached over, preemptively grasping the door handle, moving her hand aside and pulling the door open. The back of their hands briefly touched, warm against cold, the light contact sending an electric charge through them, causing both to pause. With the door half open, Pedro cast a glance at Nora, his thoughts unclear. Avoiding his gaze, Nora lowered her eyelids slightly, bowed her head, and got into the passenger seat. Closing the door properly, Pedro walked around the car to the driver’s seat, and the first thing he did was turn on the car’s air conditioning, increasing the temperature inside. While fastening his seatbelt, Pedro couldn’t help but pause, turning his head to ask Nora, "Are you a bit afraid of the cold?" The building had heating, yet upon coming out, her hands remained pocketed, and were still icy. Some people are naturally sensitive to cold, with cold hands and feet, but Nora was different; she had been practicing martial arts for years, strong and healthy, even in the chilly winds of March, she could endure in a short-sleeve shirt. She had once said that people like them, who exercise regularly, generally don’t catch colds or fevers, and if they do, it’s often due to wound infections. Thinking back, since last month, every time he’s seen Nora going out, she’s been dressed warmly, even neatly wearing a scarf she used to overlook. Moreover, in his memory, Nora didn’t have any issues with pain during her menstrual cycle... Did something happen? Leaning back in her seat, Nora’s gaze fell outside the window, her eyelashes drooped, and she casually replied. Her demeanor was tired, clearly not wanting to talk much more, and while Pedro didn’t quite believe it, after thinking things through, he chose not to ask further, remaining silent as he drove away. Watching Nora head towards Pedro, Joseph Sutton planned to leave but felt his phone vibrating in his pocket; pulling it out, he saw a video call from Sir Sutton. After a brief hesitation, he answered it. On the phone screen appeared an elderly man with greying hair, spirited and sharp-eyed. Pushing his slipping black-rimmed glasses back up, Joseph Sutton shivered in the cold wind, about to greet when Sir Sutton spoke up— "Where are you, and where is Nora?" Sighing inwardly, Joseph Sutton flipped the camera, pointing his phone towards the direction of the black sedan. The lens captured Nora and Pedro’s figures, appearing as a striking couple, especially with their matching coats, and their conversation exuded a sense of a loving couple. "What’s going on, who is the man with her?" Sir Sutton’s voice was stiff as he noted the anomaly on the screen. "Her boyfriend, I guess." Even if she didn’t admit it, it’s pretty dull to be wearing matching outfits with someone just for fun. Sir Sutton took a deep breath, his anger not subsiding, "Why haven’t I heard Easton mention this?!" Joseph Sutton didn’t know how to respond, so he kept silent. Growing up, Joseph Sutton shared the same neighborhood with Nora Scott and Michael Quinn from the Quinn Family. Sir Quinn and Sir Sutton dearly loved Nora, always trying to match their grandsons with her, but the three of them never clicked; Joseph Sutton and Michael Quinn suffered under their grandfathers’ interventions, and even Nora’s stance couldn’t end it. Sir Sutton’s anger reached its peak, shifting targets and directly launching a personal attack, "Raised you so well, yet you can’t even pursue one girl." Joseph Sutton sighed, "This girl isn’t ordinary." "You know she’s not ordinary? We’ve given you such good opportunities since you were young and you couldn’t seize them. What use are you? Such a brilliant girl, not only beautiful but likable—" "Grandpa." Joseph Sutton was momentarily dumbfounded, his expression turning serious and earnest, his eyes showing a touch of innocence, "Where do you see any ’likable’ qualities in her?" Nora was sharp-tongued, willful, with a knack for doing things her own way; a unique existence among thousands, with none of those precious and lovely qualities of being "likable." "She isn’t likable, but you find her likable? When she was four or five fiddling with the Nine Rings by herself, you were still tinkering with a Rubik’s Cube! Don’t think being called ’genius’ a few times makes you one; look at her, in what way isn’t she skills surpassing yours, has she ever said she’s a genius? She’s mastered countless skills, while all you have is studying, and in your twenties, you haven’t even had a relationship..." Seeing this wouldn’t end, Joseph Sutton sighed as he felt the cold wind and stepped inside a bit. But then Sir Sutton redirected his words, raising his voice angrily, "What are you dodging for? Stand back, point at them both, I’ll capture it to send to Easton." Innocently reprimanded, Joseph Sutton quietly shifted to the wind, aiming his phone at the couple while reminding, "Sir Easton is still in the hospital." Sir Sutton, unfazed, glared at him, "Am I out of touch now, not knowing he’s in the hospital?" Never mind, he kept quiet. Unable to chase the girl his grandfather favored, he had no right to speak.