"No words left to say?"
The unreasonable Nora Scott glanced over with a sidelong look.
Suddenly being wrongfully blamed and yet knowing he brought it on himself, Pedro Langley hurried to sincerely defend, "My criteria for a partner have always been based on you."
Nora shot him a cold look, "Learning this knack for 'sweet talk,' you must have gained a lot of experience from others, huh?"
"No, just pure wit." Pedro's face remained unchanged, not flustered in the least, and he smoothly changed the subject, "Bring some clothes over tonight; my wardrobe is quite empty."
"Why?"
Nora was puzzled.
Not forcing it, Pedro went with the flow, "Then I'll pack clothes and come to your place tomorrow."
"Pushing it, aren't you?"
Pedro remained calm, "If you don't tie me to your side, I fear you'll be suspicious and paranoid."
Nora hissed, teeth aching, and pulling the wound on her lip hurt. She sent a threatening look his way, "Say one more word?"
"..."
