Chapter 552


    The chef watched as Mr. McMin cradled Ms. Be to sleep in his arms and wondered if his arms


    were getting tired.


    But seeing the contentment and indulgence on Mr. McMin’s face, he knew that he was thoroughly


    enjoying the moment.


    Romeo signaled to the chef to fetch a nket. The chef tiptoed away and returned with it. Romeo


    gently draped it over Arabe.


    Inside the house, Louisa was checking the surveince cameras. She found it odd that Romeo’s car


    had been parked outside for quite some time, yet Arabe hadn’t gotten out. She wondered if Arabe


    was upset and Romeo wasforting her, or if something else had happened.


    After a while, Louisa decided to go and check for herself. As she stepped out the front door, the chef


    got out of the car to report to her.


    “Ma’am, Ms. Be is asleep. Mr. McMin thought she was very tired, so he wanted her to sleep a bit


    longer beforeing inside.”


    Louisa nodded. “I see. I’ll have the kitchen prepare something for when Arabe wakes up. When she


    does, have Romeoe inside for dinner.”


    The chef responded, “Understood.”


    Some timeter, when Arabe woke up, she found herself still in the van, with Romeo replying to


    some texts on his phone. Sensing her movement, he immediately turned his gaze to her, whispering,


    “Awake now?”


    Arabe asked, “How long was I asleep?”


    Romeo replied, “Not too long.”


    Looking around and noticing that it was already dark, Arabe felt a twinge of guilt. “Your arm must be


    sore.”


    Romeo countered, “My arm’s not sore. I could hold you till midnight.”


    Arabe gave his arm a rub, to which Romeo held her hand and said, “I’m kinda hungry now. Your


    mom invited me in for dinner. Would it be rude if I didn’t go?”


    Arabe just chuckled and said, “Go if you want to. And if there’s any urgent stuff you need to sort out,


    feel free.”


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    Romeo was quick to say, “I have nothing urgent. Carl’s handling thepany stuff pretty well.”


    Meanwhile, at the office, Carl had a bitter look on his face, still buried under a mountain of work. He


    was probably going to pull another all–nighter!


    Arabe said, “Then let’s go.” As she stepped out of the car, a suit jacket was immediately draped over


    her shoulders.


    Romeo helped her put on the jacket, saying, “You’ve just woken up. Don’t catch a cold.” He then held


    her hand as they walked into the house together.


    The chef watched them, feeling a pang of envy. He was left to his own devices for dinner in the van.


    Arabe’s brother, David Collins, saw that Arabe was back and hurried over, saying, “Arabe,


    you’re awake? Dinner’s ready, Let’s.go eat!”


    Seeing Romeo, he frowned and asked, “Why are you here too?”


    Romeo responded, “Your mom invited me.”


    Seeing Romeo so cheerful, David was a bit miffed. After a while, he turned to Arabe and said, “Be,


    you must be starving! We’ve got all your favorites for dinner tonight!”


    He knew about the day’s events: Be losing her grandmother, the ruined engagement party, and her


    confrontation with the viin.


    He didn’t dare bring up anything rted to the day, fearing it would upset his sister.


    Arabe suddenly realized, “Why have you been wearing this outfit for the past few days? And your


    movements.”


    His actions earlier were quite deliberate, as if he were striking poses. It was a bit odd.


    When David heard her question, he quickly exined, “You said I looked like the handsomest man in


    this outfit. And those poses, you always said I look cool when I do them!”