Chapter 117


    Romeo wasn’t surprised by his arrival. “My grandpa sent you, didn’t he?”


    “Yeah, Grandpa flew in a top–notch pastry chef from France to prepare an afternoon tea for Miss.”


    As Brodie said this, he hastily removed the items from the car, then added apologetically, “But there’s


    none for you.”


    “No worries.”


    Romeo looked toward thepany. As long as Arabe was happy, he’d be happy.


    “Master, are you also here to deliver afternoon tea to Miss?”


    “Yes.”


    “Did I arrive toote?”


    Brodie seemed a bit annoyed. He knew the afternoon tea was personally prepared by the pastry chef


    using the finest ingredients. Grandpa put a lot of thought into it.


    If Ms. Be ate Romeo’s first and then was full, not having the appetite to eat the pastries Phillip sent,


    Phillip would be heartbroken.


    Just then, Brodie spotted a familiar figureing out of thepany. He quickly approached her and


    respectfully handed over the items, saying, “Miss, this is what Phillip asked me to bring you.”


    Arabe reached out to take it, giving a small smile and saying, “Please convey my thanks to


    Grandpa.”


    “Phillip hopes you can visit him more when you have spare time; don’t overwork and take rest.”


    “Okay.”


    “He also said that you’re about to go to college. If you have a preferred school, whether it’s domestic or


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    abroad, you can tell him.” “Okay.”


    “Also, if you encounter difficulties at work, you can ask Phillip for help. If something’s bothering you in


    life, you can tell him.” Romeo, on the side, gave a small smile.


    He remembered running the group for three years; Grandpa never sent him afternoon tea, not even a


    word of concern.


    Now he’s being all nice to his granddaughter–inw.


    “Please convey my thanks to Grandpa.“.


    Arabe stood tall, a mix of cold and cute demeanor that was admirable.


    “I will convey your words. I won’t disturb your work anymore.“.


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    Having said that, Brodie nced at Romeo next to him, then said respectfully, “Master, I will take my


    leave.”


    “Alright.” Romeo knew he was leaving first to give them some private space.


    He was a very–considerate man.


    “Why are you still here?” Arabe looked at Romeo, somewhat surprised.


    Romeo reached out to gently touch her face, revealing a doting smile. “It’s fate; the universe wanted us


    to meet again.”


    Arabe was speechless.


    “You eat my afternoon tea first. Don’t force yourself to eat Grandpa’s. Go back.”


    “Alright.”


    After Arabe left, Romeo stood there for a while, reluctant to leave.


    Serena in the car didn’t expect Romeo’s grandfather to have Brodie deliver afternoon tea to Arabe!


    She was so furious, she was practically fuming, almost green with jealousy!


    The logo on that lunchbox was the exclusive mark of August, a top–notch French pastry chef!


    Only his personally crafted pastries were worthy of such a lunchbox.