The Princess and the Paupers

Chapter 93

The sound of the shower echoed from the bathroom, a tall figure reflected on the glass door.

Arabella was none the wiser, engrossed in her phone dealing with private matters. Only when she heard the bathroom door open did she look up. Romeo, all wet–haired and clad in a white robe, gave off a strong masculine vibe.

Just then, her phone rang. It was an unusually long number, not like the typical mobile number. She shifted her attention back to her phone, answering it calmly, “Spill it.”

** S O S = =

Whatever the person on the other end said, Arabella moved to the balcony, responding with a nonchalant “So?”

Before long, she felt arms wrap around her from behind. Romeo’s breath lightly caressed her ear, making her a bit jittery.

He nuzzled her ear affectionately, like a clingy cat. Arabella could feel his body heat. She told the person on the phone, “Gotcha, I’m hanging up now.” “Was that a dude?” Romeo caught a hint of a male voice on the other end, which ruffled his feathers.

She’d just been checking him out when he came out of the shower. But as soon as the phone rang, she didn’t even give him a second glance, just went straight to the balcony.

“Just a friend.” Arabella didn’t know why she felt the need to explain. Her voice hinted at resignation, “Let go.”

“What kind of friend?” Romeo dipped his head, inhaling the scent on her neck, which was seductive to him.

“Just a regular friend or a special friend?” His voice was soft and tender, his actions unchanging.

“Not just a regular friend.” Arabella said.

life and death together, their

dissatisfaction was evident as he gazed at her pretty profile, “More important than

he held her tight. She sounded helpless, “We’ve only known each other for a few days, haven’t we?” “To me, it feels like we’ve known

combined with his tender voice towards her made him all the more charming, almost

inside to pour a glass of water, her face inexplicably flushed.

in, his lust not yet

take your pick.” Arabella said.

at her, proposing, “So, we sleep together?”

your dreams!” Arabella put down her glass. Noticing there was only one pillow and a small blanket on the bed, and

only blanket and pillow to her, “I’m

antique lantern casting a Zen–like glow went out, plunging

the blanket, his soft breaths still audible to her.

sat by the bed, gently

as she drifted off to sleep.

through the curtains, creating a slightly dreamy ambiance. Soon, the sounds in the bathroom ceased, and a figure emerged, “You

cascading down her shoulders, looking dazed and adorable. This scene had him

didn’t you sleep in?” He was still in his white robe from the night before, looking so

approach, Arabella hopped off the bed, casually saying, “I’ve

step when her foot hit something. It was the men’s sleepwear from last night, rolled

sure if it was guilt or

the breakfast

thinking they were perfect for each other. He cheerfully asked,

hard, couldn’t sleep.” Romeo replied.

aback. They thought last night was a great opportunity to bring the two closer. But Romeo chose to