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.

had been through life and death together, their bond was

dissatisfaction was evident as he gazed at her pretty profile,

“We’ve only known each other for a few days, haven’t we?” “To

masculine aura combined with his tender voice towards her made him all

away, went inside to pour a glass of water,

in, his lust not yet extinguished, but

or floor, take your pick.”

proposing, “So, we sleep together?”

glass. Noticing there was only one pillow and a small blanket on the bed,

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

antique lantern casting a Zen–like glow went out,

down under the blanket, his soft breaths still audible

gently stroking her hair, “Goodnight.”

as she drifted

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

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

looking so gentle. The merging of his inherent elegance and aloofness made him even more

the bed, casually saying, “I’ve got

had barely taken a step when her foot hit something. It was the men’s sleepwear from last night, rolled up

felt a cocktail of emotions, not sure if it was

breakfast

two early birds, thinking they were perfect for each other. He cheerfully asked, “Why

couldn’t

opportunity to bring the two