She was silent for three seconds. Pedro Langley guessed the result, hesitated slightly, and said, "Have some soup."
"Oh."
Nora Scott half-closed the door and went to the dining room to get some hangover soup.
When she returned, Pedro turned on the bedside lamp, casting a warm yellow glow that faded the further it extended. Leaning against the headboard, Pedro Langley frowned slightly, obviously uncomfortable, yet there was a hint of a smile in his eyes when he looked at Nora.
"Drunk like this, what's there to smile about?"
Nora Scott approached and handed him the hangover soup.
Taking the soup, Pedro Langley's lips curved slightly, "The one who forced me to drink the hardest was you."
"You were chugging it down yourself; no one could stop you."
Nora blatantly lied.
Bringing the soup bowl to his lips, Pedro Langley took a sip and then teased, "Doesn't your conscience hurt?"
"Don't have such a thing." Nora didn't even blink.
