Chapter 130


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


    Arabe 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?” Arabe 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 te of toasted bread.


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


    “What can I do to make you not mad?”


    “I’m not mad.” As soon as Arabe responded, her phone vibrated. She nced at the caller ID, stood


    up, and walked away to answer the call.


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


    smithereens.]


    “Ha.” Quite audacious.


    There was a ce outside the jurisdiction of three countries. From the sky, it looked like a triangle,


    hence the name “triangr zone.”


    The zone waswless and home to countless small gangs and a fewrger organizations; Arabe’s


    group being one of them.


    Their territory housed a mountain full of rare herbs, some natural, some nted by Arabe. It was


    worth a fortune.


    Group S’s threat today was undoubtedly a desperate move, keen to im thend for themselves.


    “You handle it.” Arabe had just returned home and couldn’t personally go to the triangr zone.


    Just then, Romeo hugged her from behind.


    “I’ve got to hang up.”


    “Be.” Romeo’s voice was deep and captivating.


    “Are you still eating?” Arabe didn’t expect him to be so clingy.


    The thing was, from the start, Serena had been sitting there watching, feeling wronged and angry; she


    couldn’t even finish her breakfast!


    She couldn’t believe that Romeo, usually so aloof, would stoop so low!


    He didn’t have a temper in front of Arabe at all!


    Even if Arabe gave him a hard time, he was all about pleasing and showing weakness!


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    How could Arabe treat such a great guy like this?


    It was too much!


    “Please forgive me.” Romeo pleaded with the girl in his arms, “Don’t ignore me.”


    Arabe was truly at a loss for words. “Haven’t I been responding to you?”


    “You’ve be colder. How can I get you to pay attention to me?”


    “Talk to me like you used to.” Romeo held onto her tightly.


    Arabe really couldn’t recall how she used to interact with him. She felt like she hadn’t changed at all.


    Or was it because she zoned out earlier and didn’t notice what he said, making him feel neglected?