"I’ll drink for her."
With a sudden voice from behind, the cup of bitter gourd juice that had been handed over was taken away.
Nora Scott turned around, unprepared, and a familiar face came into view.
The light was so soft that it was almost hazy, falling on that person’s face, handsome and angular. He slightly raised his chin, bringing the glass full of bitter gourd juice to his lips, drinking it calmly and steadily, bit by bit.
As he swallowed, his Adam’s apple moved, the lines fluid.
In a moment, the bitter gourd juice had reached the bottom, and he drank it all in one go, placing the empty glass back on the tray held by the staff.
The staff member felt his gaze, became flustered, quickly lowered his head, and dared not meet his eyes.
Pedro Langley reached out, grabbing Nora Scott’s wrist, pulling her off the platform.
A single low word, his voice somewhat hoarse.
There was no struggle; Nora let him pull her along, and under the gaze of the crowd, walked away unhurriedly.
The earlier displeasure and anger gradually settled after this occurrence.
The man who appeared suddenly didn’t say a word to them, didn’t even give them a glance, but his every move seemed to declare to them—
"Though you are many, she is not alone. With me here, you cannot bully her."
"So envious, handsome and reliable, the lady has an elegant and individualistic vibe. What a heavenly romance is this?"
In the crowd, a girl stared wide-eyed, clicking her tongue in admiration.
The girl next to her, who had been taking a video, put down her phone and smiled, "A handsome guy with a beautiful girl, they do need to be good-looking. This lady may be wearing sunglasses, but I bet she could rival more than ninety percent of people."
The cruel reality left the girl speechless.
Not far away, the person in charge and the guy with a bald spot watched Pedro Langley finish the bitter gourd juice, and for a long time, they were silent, looking at each other.
So the master suddenly came to the exhibition for a beauty, not work?
"What should we do? I feel like I’m going to pack up and leave," the person in charge worried, looking ashen.
A man like Mr. Langley, if you really offend him, there might still be a slim chance, but now since you’ve provoked his beloved...
How could there be any way out?!
Being cursed by onlookers, sabotaged by staff... if it were his wife treated this way, he’d be very composed not to explode on the spot.
The balding man wished he could slap his own wrist, thinking he was dragged into it too, then quickly gave the person in charge a shove, "Why are you still standing there? Quickly, get someone to apologize. It’s still not too late, give that girl whatever she wants. Making her happy is more important than anything, got it?"
"Got it, got it, got it!"
The person in charge nodded frantically, quickly walking aside to make a call.
In the depth of winter, he was so anxious that he broke into a hot sweat, his back drenched.
After walking some distance, Nora Scott turned her head and saw Pedro Langley’s brow covered with gloom, his face not looking good.
Thinking it was from drinking the bitter gourd juice, she asked, "Is it bitter?"
Hearing the inquiry, Pedro Langley’s brows slightly eased.
The anger lodged in his heart also faded a bit.
"Oh, then let go of my hand a little."
As she spoke, Nora averted her gaze, awkwardly moving her wrist that was being held.
Although the exhibition was air-conditioned, due to its large area, the overall temperature was cold. Her body temperature was low, and the exposed skin was cool, sharply contrasting with the warmth of Pedro Langley’s palm.
In the palm, he could feel the delicate, cool skin, and even after holding it for a while, it hadn’t warmed up.
Realizing this, Pedro Langley slightly frowned, lowered his eyes to look at her, and quietly suppressed the doubts in his heart.
He released Nora Scott’s wrist.
A sense of loss brushed lightly across his heart, like a gentle ripple.
In the next moment, Nora brought a candied hawthorn to his lips.
She was holding the bamboo stick of the candied hawthorn, her fingers slender and long. Under the cold white light, her fair skin contrasted with the bright candied hawthorn, making it very appealing.
Pedro Langley was momentarily taken aback.
Then, he heard Nora remind him, "The fruit is sour; you can eat some sugar."
His eyelids lowered halfway; in his view was the fruit wrapped in sugar, and from the corner of his eye, her fair profile. This scene was quiet and beautiful, sweeping away the earlier sense of loss.
He lowered his head and bit down on a candied hawthorn, taking it wholly into his mouth. The sugar enveloping the fruit was cloyingly sweet, dispelling the bitter residue in his mouth.