Chapter 613


    She didn’t give him a chance, but he still got close, didn’t he?


    At this moment, Romeo noticed there was another person outside the car. He rolled down his window


    and asked, “Anything else, grandpa?”


    Phillip had been standing there for a while, witnessing everything.


    “Nah, I’m good. Just out for a walk.”


    Taking a walk alone and leaving grandma at home, really?


    “You guys carry on.”


    Phillip turned to leave. His wife had seen their car parked there for a long time without moving, thinking


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    it was broken, and was about toe over to see if they needed a recement.


    Turned out they were overthinking things!


    These two youngsters were just making out in the car.


    Carl was tactful enough to find an excuse to get out of the car and leave them be.


    As they hit the road, Arabe felt some difort in herilower abdomen. Was it her perioding?


    Thinking about this, she told Carl in front, “Step on it.”


    “Huh?” Carl was a bit confused. “Ms. Be, is there an emergency?”


    “Mhm.”


    Sitting in the seat, Arabe could feel something seeping out from below.


    Damn. Toote.


    Romeo’s gaze fell on her. “What’s wrong?”


    Was she tired and wanted to go home to rest, or did she suddenly remember something urgent she


    needed to handle?


    What could possibly need handling at thiste hour?


    Carl was still in the front so it wasn’t convenient for Arabe to say. When they arrived at Romeo’s


    mansion, Arabe said, “Carl, you can catch a cab home.”


    At thiste hour, could he even get a cab here?


    Although Carl responded respectfully, he couldn’t figure out Arabe’s mood and felt a bit deste


    inside.


    Ms. Be was no longer that considerate little girl from before.


    When he left to hail a cab, Arabe told Romeo, “You get out first.”


    “Huh?” Romeo looked at her puzzled, noticing something was off. “Are you not feeling well?”


    Why would she want to stay in the car alone?


    “I got my period.” Arabe was a bit embarrassed. “I’ve messed up your car.”


    So that’s what it was.


    Romeo’s eyes softened. “It’s alright, it’s just a car. I’ll carry you in.”


    “No.” Arabe didn’t want to stain his clothes.


    Romeo was amused by her, rarely seeing her like this: “Don’t worry, no one will see.”


    Derek and Gary were still in the mansion and they should be resting by–now.


    Arabe looked at his white shirt, still hesitating, when the next second, Romeo used his suit jacket to


    wrap around her waist and carried her out of the car.


    Carl finally understood. So Ms. Be wanted Mr. McMin to carry her, but why did she want him to


    leave? Was she shy?


    But why would she tie a jacket around her waist in the hot summer?


    As Carl was still pondering, Romeo shot him a nce, and he quickly averted his eyes, realizing he


    had been staring at Ms. Be a bit too long.


    Surely Romeo didn’t think he was checking out Ms. Be’s waist, right?!