Chapter 93
The sound of the shower echoed from the bathroom, a tall figure reflected on the ss door.
Arabe 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 d 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, Arabe moved to the balcony, responding with a
nonchnt “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. Arabe 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 nce, just went straight to the balcony.
“Just a friend.” Arabe didn’t know why she felt the need to exin. 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 regr friend or a special friend?” His voice was soft and tender, his actions unchanging.
“Not just a regr friend.” Arabe said.
After all, they had been through life and death together, their bond was pretty deep.
“So, he’s pretty important?” His dissatisfaction was evident as he gazed at her pretty profile, “More
important than me?”
“Romeo.” Arabe 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, it feels like we’ve known each other for
years.” Romeo said.
His masculine aurabined with his tender voice towards her made him all the more charming,
almost overwhelming her.
“I’m thirsty.” Arabe pushed him away, went inside to pour a ss of water, her face inexplicably
flushed.
“Where am I sleeping tonight?” Romeo followed her in, his lust not yet extinguished, but rather more
fired up.
“Bed or floor, take your pick.” Arabe said.
“Bed.” Romeo looked at her, proposing, “So, we sleep together?”
“In your dreams!” Arabe put down her ss. Noticing there was only one pillow and a small nket
on the bed, and no couch in the spacious room, she finally caught on.
“Then I’ll take the floor.” Romeo plopped down, leaving the only nket and pillow to her, “I’m not
sleepy, you go ahead.”
The antiquentern casting a Zen–like glow went out, plunging the bedroom into darkness.
Arabey down under the nket, his soft breaths still audible to her.
Romeo sat by the bed, gently stroking her hair, “Goodnight.”
He held her hand as she drifted off to sleep.
Next morning, the sound of someone in the bathroom woke Arabe up. Daylight was streaming in
through the curtains, creating a slightly dreamy ambiance. Soon, the sounds in the bathroom ceased,
and a figure emerged, “You awake?”
She was sitting on the bed, her silky hair cascading down her shoulders, looking dazed and adorable.
This scene had him smile affectionately.
“Why didn’t you sleep in?” He was still in his white robe from the night before, looking so gentle. The
merging of his inherent elegance and aloofness made him even more enchanting.
Seeing him approach, Arabe hopped off the bed, casually saying, “I’ve got work in a bit.”
She had barely taken a step when her foot hit something. It was the men’s sleepwear fromst night,
rolled up by Romeo as a makeshift pillow. Did he really spend the night on the hard floor?
Arabe felt a cocktail of emotions, not sure if it was guilt or unease.
At the breakfast table.
Phillip watched the two early birds, thinking they were perfect for each other. He cheerfully asked, “Why
didn’t you sleep in?”
“The floor’s too hard, couldn’t sleep.” Romeo replied.
Phillip and the butler were taken aback. They thoughtst night was a great opportunity to bring the
two closer. But Romeo chose to sleep on the floor.
“Why didn’t you sleep in the bed?” Phillip asked, puzzled.
“He let me have the bed.” Arabe answered. Then she asked, “Was the door fixed this morning?”
Phillip felt a bit guilty as he replied, “Yes.” In fact, he had someone unlock it with a key at dawn, and
he didn’t know if Arabe had figured it out.
“Oh, I didn’t hear anything.” She said, settling down to a casual breakfast, not asking further.
Phillip asked with concern, “Be, did the ckout scare youst night? I have no idea why the
power supply malfunctioned. I can guarantee this won’t happen again the next time youe.”
“It’s okay.” She replied. She’d figured out his n long ago but didn’t expose him.
Phillip looked at the understanding girl, then at Romeo, feeling a bit annoyed.
After breakfast, Romeo escorted Arabe to work.
The butler watched them leave, then quietly took out ady’s backpack, “Mr. Phillip, the youngdy
forgot her bag.”
He could’ve reminded them, but he chose to keep quiet so Romeo would have an excuse to see
Arabe again. He only mentioned it after they left. “Excellent!” Phillip was pleased that the butler was
so astute, “Have Romeo deliver it to her, another chance to meet.”
The butler chuckled, “You’ve really gone all out for the his marriage.”
“You too, huh.” Phillip watched them leave, “Afterst night, I’m not sure if Be even wants to see me.
Do you think she’ll figure out I’m up to something?” “Last night was probably just a coincidence. The
girl’s innocent, and she probably won’t suspect a thing.” Brodie said.
“I sure hope so!” Phillip thought to himself. If his beloved Arabe stopped visiting, he’d have to y
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sick. Man, the things he’d do to set his grandson up with her!
In the car.
Romeo nced at the girl next to him, recalling how she lookedst night in his oversized shirt. That
beautiful face, sexy corbone, and those slender, gorgeous legs.