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?”

not mad.” As soon as Arabella responded, her phone vibrated. She glanced at the caller ID, stood up, and walked away to

demanding our territory within three

“Ha.” Quite audacious.

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

home to countless small gangs and a few larger

a mountain full of rare herbs, some natural, some planted by Arabella. It was worth

move, keen to claim the

just returned home and couldn’t personally go to the triangular

hugged her from

got to hang up.”

voice was deep and

Arabella didn’t expect him to be

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

usually so aloof, would