Chapter 145


    There were only two people at the dining table. It was a dinner filled with romance and aesthetic


    appeal. The gently swaying tree leaves outside the window added to the astonishing beauty, creating a


    truly romantic ambiance.


    *From now on, we’ll have our dinners at home,” Romeo said as he sat down, embracing Arabe and


    not letting her sit separately on a chair. He held a fork and knife with one hand and fed her with the


    other


    “Romeo. I can do it myself,” Arabe protested, sitting on hisp, feeling a bit restless with her legs.


    She was no longer a child She didn’t need him to feed her!


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    “So, you’re not letting me hold you or feed you. Do you not consider me your fiance, or do you not want


    to be my fiancée?”


    Arabe was somewhat irritated, “What does that have to do with anything?”


    “It does,” Romeo slowly said, “Your rejection and distance from me suggests that I’m not doing enough,


    not enough to move you. I need to spend more time with you.” “I can do without feeding you,” Romeo


    said with a chuckle, “How about you feed me instead?”


    “In your dreams!”


    “It’s either one or the other”


    “Why would I have to make such a choice?”


    Romeo’s smile softened, “Then let me feed you properly.”


    Arabe huffed and puffed as she ate, looking adorably grumpy.


    “Try this,” Romeo picked up another dish, “It tastes pretty good.”


    As Arabe ate, she felt his other hand gently rubbing her back, “Can we eat properly for once?”


    “Your beauty stops me from eating a meal without looking at you.”


    Finally, after dinner, Romeo held her and sat on the couch, in the same intimate position, “I’ll take you


    upstairster.”


    “I need to go home.”


    “Don’t you want to see what your future home looks like? Where our room is…”


    “You’ve had enough…”


    Seeing her slightly annoyed look, Romeo’s smile became more mischievous.


    Derek served two cups of coffee, politely inviting them to taste.


    “Put me down.”


    Arabe was almost out of words.


    Romeo brought the coffee to her lips, “How does it taste?”


    She looked incredibly beautiful–while drinking, her clear eyes downcast, looking like a fairy.


    “It’s okay.” Arabe drank half of the coffee, her lips still a bit moist. The coffee was fragrant and


    elegant, leaving a pleasant aftertaste. It was top–notch coffee. Romeo cupped her face and suddenly


    leaned in for a kiss.


    Her lips still tasted of coffee. After a light taste, Romeo deepened the kiss.


    Derek, who was standing nearby, was seeing this side of Romeo for the first time. Romeo was usually


    cold and stern, his emotions never showing on his face.