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.”

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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.

been through life and death together,

evident as he gazed at her pretty profile, “More

but 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 each other for years.” Romeo said.

tender voice towards her made him all the

him away, went inside to pour a glass of water, her

sleeping tonight?” Romeo followed her in, his lust not yet extinguished, but rather

take your pick.” Arabella

her, proposing, “So, we

small blanket on the bed, and no couch in the spacious room,

only blanket and

lantern casting a Zen–like glow went out, plunging the bedroom into darkness.

under the blanket, his soft breaths still audible to her.

gently stroking her hair, “Goodnight.”

her hand as she

woke Arabella up. Daylight was streaming in through the curtains, creating a slightly dreamy ambiance. Soon, the sounds in the

sitting on the bed, her silky hair cascading down her shoulders, looking dazed

his white robe from the night before, looking so gentle. The merging of his inherent elegance and aloofness made him even more enchanting.

Arabella hopped off the bed, casually saying, “I’ve got work in a bit.”

her foot hit something. It was the men’s sleepwear from last night, rolled up by Romeo as a makeshift pillow. Did he really spend the night on the

emotions, not sure if it was

the breakfast

perfect for each other. He cheerfully asked, “Why didn’t you sleep

couldn’t sleep.” Romeo replied.

night was a great opportunity to bring the two closer. But Romeo chose to sleep on the floor.