Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO-Chapter 648 - 396: Master Pedro: Modifying Your Mechanized Drone

Chapter 648: Chapter 396: Master Pedro: Modifying Your Mechanized Drone

Just stepping out for a free meal, Rosie Sullivan didn’t bother with makeup or dressing up, going out bare-faced, draped in a loose long T-shirt. The neckline of this long-sleeve T-shirt was wide, and when it caught on the back collar, the shirt separated from her back, exposing a large area.

The two were standing close, and given that Benjamin Durant was tall, standing behind Rosie, the angle was just right to take in her entire back view.

The close-fitting clothing was white. Her shoulder blades were symmetrical and beautiful, like delicate butterfly wings, and her waist was slim with a smooth curve.

Suddenly, Benjamin’s Adam’s apple moved, and he looked away, simultaneously releasing Rosie’s back collar as if it burned his hand.

Rosie hadn’t noticed, and took a step back, feeling her neck being choked, she turned to scold Benjamin, "Benjamin, can’t you be a bit gentler?!"

"Okay, okay, gentle, gentle."

Benjamin cleared his throat, his gaze falling on the elevator door, politely nodding in agreement.

"Ding——"

The elevator door opened.

A group of people walked out, men in suits and women glamorous, occasionally hugging and cuddling, boldly touching each other in public, with no sense of decency.

Benjamin shifted his body slightly, intentionally blocking Rosie’s view, to prevent her from feeling disgusted.

Once the crowd had left and the elevator doors were closing, Benjamin extended his long arm to press the up button, raising his eyebrows at Rosie, "Coming or not?"

"You think I care about your meal?"

Rosie was still holding a grudge, and hearing this, glared at him fiercely.

"I’m making it up to you."

Helplessly, Benjamin put his arm around Rosie to coax her, guiding her into the elevator.

Meanwhile, he didn’t stop talking, "Just now, that man, so average and greasy, he doesn’t even appreciate you, yet you can have dinner with him. At least your brother here is handsome and dashing, a man of wealth——"

"Your face!" 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Rosie elbowed him in the abdomen.

Benjamin winced in pain, hissed, raised his hand, pointed at her, but under Rosie’s challenging stare, he silently withdrew his hand.

Seeing him settle down, Rosie let out a soft humph.

Even she didn’t realize a fleeting sense of delight in her heart and, after being coaxed onto the elevator, she felt sweet and comfortable with no sense of resistance.

Reason told her to stay far away from the scoundrel Benjamin.

But in the atmosphere Benjamin created, every movement would be influenced by him, and her actions and thoughts far exceeded her rational judgment.

Taking Rosie straight to the third floor, they arrived at the private room originally prepared to entertain Mr. Smith.

"Is Virtue Retreat really yours?"

Only when Benjamin pressed her into a dining chair did Rosie belatedly remember to ask this question.

"Yes." Benjamin sat beside her, took out the electronic menu for Rosie to order, "Isn’t it delicious? Makes you wish you could live here?"

"...Too expensive."

Rosie gave him a sharp look.

Although her salary was high, Rosie’s destructive tendency on tasks resulted in lots of compensation and little savings, making her a typical paycheck-to-paycheck person. Given her living expenses, she couldn’t afford Virtue Retreat at all. She would only come here with Amy and Barton Mansfield, to bum a meal or when she could have it reimbursed with expenses.

"Hey."

Resting his elbow on a diagonal, Benjamin suddenly leaned closer, freeing a hand, and knocked on the table.

Sitting so close, his sudden proximity was nearly touching Rosie, causing her breath to catch, her fingers trembled slightly as the electronic menu came into her view. The enticing images of the food, somehow none made it past her eyes.

Rosie pursed her lips slightly and took a breath, glaring at him, "What are you doing?"

"Let’s make a deal. From now on, you can come to Virtue Retreat anytime, eat anything, and it’s on the house. Let’s turn the page on that issue..." Benjamin, with his charming eyes and smiles that hooked people in, raised his eyes upwards, speaking persuasively, "How about we make peace?"

Rosie was taken aback.

That issue——

He talked about it so nonchalantly. Yet, it was like a thorn in her heart, mostly submerged with only a tip left sticking out, every mention of it would stir the unruptured part, causing a subtle ache.

Benjamin was someone girls liked.

He loved fun, and knew how to have fun, wooing girls he found pleasing to the eye without ever being shy, which led to a lot of romantic debts.

At that time, Benjamin had a crush on a department beauty from Anchel University. That girl had quite a personality and had no interest in a playboy like Benjamin, giving him not the slightest chance, and even avoided him.

Coincidentally, this department beauty was on good terms with Rosie, and they shared the same dorm.

Benjamin, the spoiled son, did not consider it true love with the department beauty but found her quite interesting and wanted to give it a try. So, he decided to approach through Rosie. Unexpectedly, he found Rosie fun and communicable, and as they interacted, he became close friends with her.

Actually, he had long left behind the idea of chasing the department beauty. When he frequented Rosie, he genuinely saw her as a friend.

Until one day—

Rosie Sullivan confessed to Benjamin Durant, scaring him so much that he fled in panic.

Under Rosie’s persistent questioning, Benjamin had no choice but to reveal his reasons for getting close to her. Even though he repeatedly emphasized that he had long given up on using her, Rosie could not hide her anger. No matter how he tried to make amends, she was determined to cut all ties with him.

She even said the harsh words, "Dare to come to Fenton City, and I’ll break your legs."

Rosie always felt that being used and toyed with was a grudge as irreconcilable as an enemy above. There was no chance of reconciliation with Benjamin. Unexpectedly, Benjamin’s attempt to please her with "How about we make peace?" only made her feel a lump in her throat, rendering her unable to utter any harsh words back.

This man...

is such a scoundrel.

Benjamin continued to coax her, "Isn’t it better to follow a brother like me and enjoy life rather than sticking with your pretentious senior with high aspirations and flimsy fate?"

Rosie glared at him, "Who said I was following him?"

"Then..."

Benjamin smiled with amusement.

Grinding her teeth a little, Rosie replied in exasperation, "I’m only extorting him for a meal."

Patting her shoulder, Benjamin pointed to himself, "Look at me, aren’t you extorting me too?"

Her cheeks puffed out; Rosie was completely helpless against him. Her anger had long dissipated, and looking at him didn’t annoy her at all. Instead, his mischievous grinning mannerisms were quite endearing.

Turning her eyes away slightly, Rosie lowered her voice and mumbled, "You owe me."

"Alright, alright, I owe you," Benjamin nodded quickly, then leaned closer to her conspiratorially, "Hey, I told the kitchen to make two new dishes for you. They’re just researched, haven’t even made it to the menu yet..."

He always had a passion for dishes.

Once he started talking, he wouldn’t stop.

Rosie’s gaze quietly drifted back to him. The man was good-looking, with neat and smooth facial lines, his eyebrows and eyes distinct but not sharp. When not smiling, there was a slight chill in his aura, but when he did smile, the corners of his eyes and brows softened, making him very charming, the type young girls adored.

Rosie sat upright and straight, one hand slightly clenched and placed on her knee, where a thin film of sweat appeared on her palm.

His voice entered her ears, and her heart began to race, beating loudly.

It was simply overwhelming.

*

When Nora Scott gave Marcus Shaw and Oliver Scott a ride back, it was already very late.

After letting Marcus and Oliver head home first, Nora carried the late-night snack she ordered from the Virtue Retreat and entered Pedro Langley’s house.

The living room was dark. After Nora entered, she turned on the entryway’s warm yellow light to find her slippers and changed into them. As she picked up the snacks and glanced inside, she noticed the master bedroom’s door was open and dark, while the closed study door had a faint light emanating from it.

Without turning on the lights, Nora walked quietly toward the study.

At the doorway, she placed her hand over the doorknob, gently turning it. After a soft "click," the door opened.

The cold white light from the study, along with Pedro’s gaze, landed on Nora.

Seeing Pedro seated in front of the computer, just as she was about to step inside, the scattered parts on the floor stopped her.

She didn’t enter, leaving the door wide open. Leaning casually against the side, she raised an eyebrow at Pedro, asking, "What are you doing?"

The typing sounds ceased, and Pedro turned his head slightly, a faint smile in his eyes as he replied, "Modifying your mechanical drone."

"Tch."

Nora chuckled softly.

Her gaze swept over, landing on the ground. As expected, her mechanical drone, which she had given to Pedro, was taken apart into several pieces.

—The thing was entirely assembled with wood; dismantling it was a piece of cake, with pieces stacked up, its "body" disassembled beyond recognition as a drone.

Additionally, a pile of modern mechanical parts was scattered around, a mix of the understandable and incomprehensible.

"Do you know my work is called the ’impossible to restore’ marvel?"

Nora furrowed her brows, glaring at Pedro with a look that said ’let’s see how you restore this.’

With his elbow resting on the chair back, Pedro’s fingers tapped rhythmically, joint by joint, leisurely inquiring, "Whose work is it?"

Nora grasped her midnight snack in one hand, folded her arms, and leisurely replied, "Mine."

"So where are you?"

"..."

Tearing apart her creation and still having the gall to ask for her help... is this man crazy?