The receptionist happened to hand his card back to him.
Nora Scott strolled over, "Didn't I tell you to put it on my tab?"
"What, you want to confirm the rumor that I'm a 'kept man'?"
Taking the newly purchased antique, Pedro Langley turned around and asked with a half-smile.
Nora Scott: "..."
She hadn't thought about that at all.
After a pause, she asked, "Who did you buy it for?"
"My dad."
"...Oh."
Nora Scott was about to say that if it was for his dad, she wouldn't mind covering the cost.
However, considering that Pedro Langley might seize the opportunity to take advantage and push his limits, she decided to swallow her words.
Forget it, better not to argue with him.
...
The music festival, held at seven in the evening, wasn't far from the antique market, just a half-hour drive, but due to traffic delays, they lost a lot of time. Originally, there was enough time for dinner, but they ended up just buying two grilled corns by the roadside as a quick fix.
