The Princess and the Paupers

Chapter 522

At that moment, Arabella shot Alberto a glance, her expression practically shouting: Granny likes it, she thinks you’re really thoughtful.

Alberto grinned, clearly pleased.

“I’m going to go grab the cake, you guys chat,” Arabella washed her hands and took the cake out of the box.

The cake was adorable, a smiling granny surrounded by a ring of peaches with various fruits as decorations, and the words ‘Longevity and Health‘ were written on top.

Alberto had started making that before dawn, under the guidance of a few pastry chefs. Though he wasted quite a bit of ingredients, he finally managed to make a decent–looking cake.

Grace couldn’t figure out who made it. She laughed and asked, “Bella, did you make this? It’s so pretty!”

She knew that her granddaughter was a whizz at baking.

However, Arabella gave a little smile, “I didn’t make it this time.”

She couldn’t pull off something this professional. The cake was filled with Alberto’s feelings for Grace. “Did you light the candles?”

Arabella placed a ‘70‘ candle on the cake, to which Alberto quickly replied, “Let me do it! I have a lighter.” Seeing him pull out a lighter from his pocket, Grace looked surprised, “I didn’t think you smoked?”

“Right.”

Because Grace once mentioned she disliked the smell of smoke, Alberto hadn’t touched a cigarette in decades. He lied calmly, “Bella asked me to get it from downstairs.”

Grace glanced at the brand of the lighter. It wasn’t something he could buy at a regular convenience store.

Catching her look, Alberto quickly added, “But I was afraid they wouldn’t have it downstairs, so I borrowed one from one of my guys.” That cleared up the air, Grace put her doubts aside.

Alberto, just so he could personally light the candles at this moment.

pull the curtains.”

Grace’s radiant face, the face he’d been missing, and finally got

of business dealings, and if luck was on his side, he’d even catch a glimpse

Grace’s husband passed away, he hadn’t seen Grace

his sight, Grace’s bone–deep elegance

up in Alberto’s eyes. If it wasn’t for Bella’s invitation, he’d have to send his well–wishes to Grace from far away.

After singing the birthday song, Alberto gently

make a

cut the cake into several

have a little bit,” Arabella reminded her.

just a

taste?” Alberto eagerly

but not cloying, it’s

asked with concern, “How have you been feeling

better; Bella is going

worry, Bella’s a great surgeon, you’ll blink, and the surgery will already be

sure hope so.”

after the surgery tomorrow, you’ll be back to full health! Then you can go

I’ve been bedridden for months, I’m turning moldy.”

feel tired,

and laughed until Grace started to feel tired,

this event, I’d regret it for the rest of my life,” Alberto patted Arabella’s shoulder, saying. “You’re a good kid, thanks for your encouragement. With this experience, L.can leave this world without regrets.” Alberto laughed, then thought of Attlee and his ilk, his

a few times, but the nurses chased him away. Sometimes they don’t notice him, but in the end, Granny always

installed surveillance in

her, “I must go to Dawnstar to handle some things, then I’ll fly back. I can only rest easy after your granny’s