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.

life and

evident as he gazed at her pretty profile,

tried to wriggle out of his grip, but he held her tight. She sounded helpless, “We’ve only known each other for a few days, haven’t we?” “To me,

with his tender voice towards her made him all

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

am I sleeping tonight?” Romeo followed her in, his lust not yet

floor, take your pick.” Arabella said.

her, proposing,

one pillow and a small blanket on the bed, and no couch in the spacious room, she finally caught

plopped down, leaving the only blanket and pillow to her, “I’m not sleepy, you

a Zen–like glow went out, plunging

the blanket, his soft breaths still

sat by the bed, gently stroking her hair, “Goodnight.”

her hand as she drifted off to

Daylight was streaming in through the curtains, creating a slightly dreamy ambiance. Soon, the sounds in the bathroom ceased, and a figure emerged,

silky hair cascading down her shoulders, looking dazed and

from the night before, looking so gentle. The merging of his inherent elegance

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

a step when 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 hard floor?

of emotions, not sure if it was guilt or unease.

the breakfast

birds, thinking they were perfect for each other. He cheerfully asked, “Why didn’t

too hard, couldn’t

taken aback. They thought last night was a great opportunity to bring