Chapter 370


    “Alright.” Arabe went back to her room, and as soon as she turned on her phone, she found over a


    dozen unread messages.


    She’d been busy in theb and had her phone on silent, and she was driving herself home, so she


    hadn’t had time to check her messages.


    A lot of them were from her brother.


    [Arabe, I’m leaving the country tomorrow morning. If anything happens at home, or if you’re in any


    trouble, you can tell me directly, and I’ll help you out.]


    [Our parents have managed thepany for many years, and even though they’re cunning in


    business, they don’t bring that shrewdness home. They never doubt their own family. It’s not because


    they’re oblivious or biased.]


    Arabe understood his meaning Her brother saw through Serena’s sneaky tactics. He knew what was


    up.


    He was right Who would see their own children as enemies, constantly questioning if they had ulterior


    motives?


    Especially when that child had always been so well–behaved, excelling in various skills, and showing


    deep respect and love for them without malice. So, they genuinely loved and liked her.


    [Dad’s a man, so he tends to be careless. Mom’s been spoiled by Dad for decades, so she’s a bit


    naive.]


    [Don’t hide anything from me. You can tell me everything. I’ll always be your rock.]


    [Goodnight, my little sister. Rest well.]


    Arabe lightly tapped the screen with her finger and quickly replied, “Bro, don’t worry. I’ll handle


    everything. Goodnight.”


    Then, she exited the chat and opened the messages from Romeo.


    [Did you see Grandma and Grandpa today? Are they feeling better?]


    [Have you eaten yet?]


    He also sent some pictures of his meal.


    [Without you by my side, I can’t taste anything.]


    Arabe could almost imagine his handsome yet slightly gloomy face through the screen, and she


    couldn’t help but smile.


    [Still busy?]


    [I miss you.]


    [I wonder what my fiancée is doing right now.]


    Arabe knew that if he wasn’t worried about disturbing her, this man would probably send her even


    more messages.


    Text property ? N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org.


    She lightly swiped the screen with her finger and quickly replied, “Just got home.”


    Romeo immediately called her, “Finally, I’ve been waiting for you.”


    “Still haven’t gone to bed?”


    “It’s been 16 hours since Ist saw you. I can’t sleep.”


    “So, can we go to sleep after this call?”


    “Hearing your voice, I miss you even more. I still can’t sleep.”


    Today, without her by his side, he would think of her no matter his actions.


    On his way home, he would wonder who picked her up, where she went, who she met.


    When eating, he would think about whether she liked the food, whether she was full, or happy.


    When he had free time, he would wonder what she was doing, why she hadn’t replied.


    Every minute, every second, her image would appear in his mind.


    No matter what he was doing, he could always rte it to her.


    Maybe this was what love felt like.


    “Did you see Grandma and Grandpa today?”


    “Yeah, I saw them.”


    “Are they feeling better?”