The Princess and the Paupers

Chapter 130

Romeo held up a glass of milk to her and said, “How about some milk?”

Arabella didn’t seem interested in drinking. Roméo swapped the milk for a cup of coffee and held it to her lips.

“Will you ever stop?”

Unfazed, Romeo put down the coffee and kept talking: “How about cream of mushroom soup? Or salmon seafood soup?” Arabella was reminded of Jack’s news–a few of their brothers were injured by Group S–and Her brows furrowed in irritation.

Seeing her finish a sandwich, Romeo served her a plate of toasted bread.

Arabella was a bit helpless. “Can you stop stuffing me with food?”

“What can I do to make you not mad?”

She glanced at the caller ID,

sent a message. They’re demanding our territory within three days, or they’ll blow us to

“Ha.” Quite audacious.

a place outside the jurisdiction of three countries. From the sky, it looked

small gangs and a few larger organizations; Arabella’s group being one of

rare herbs, some natural, some planted by Arabella. It

threat today was undoubtedly a desperate move, keen to claim

returned home and couldn’t personally go to

hugged her

to hang

Romeo’s voice was deep and

eating?” Arabella didn’t expect him

sitting there watching, feeling wronged and angry; she couldn’t

believe that Romeo, usually so