Chapter 838


    Who would''ve thought that for the sake of Arabe, Romeo would even get the Shadow Council


    involved?


    This was definitely true love.


    The following morning, Serena was surprised to find two delivery men standing at her front door.


    After inquiring, she found out that rk and Romeo had purchased a bunch of items for Arabe the


    previous night, amounting to a whopping sixrge boxes, each one bearing the logo of a well-known


    boutique.


    Serena was familiar with the prices at this boutique. Even a simple hairpin could cost several dozen


    dors, due to its unique design and girly charm. It was no surprise that many of her friends liked to


    shop there.


    While it was natural for Romeo, Arabe’s fiancé, to asionally shower her with small gifts, Serena


    couldn''tprehend why rk would buy Arabe so many items.


    This amount, coupled with the eighteen gifts rk had given Arabe when hest came home,


    exceeded the number of presents Serena had received from rk over the years.


    Feeling a surge of resentment, Serena headed to the dining area, where she saw rk fussing over


    Arabe. Her feelings of jealousy intensified.


    "Serena, you are awake. Here, have some milk; rk said, pouring a ss of milk for her as he saw


    her enter the room, his face beaming with a smile.


    “rk, I don''t feel like having milk today; Serena responded, sitting down with a dejected expression.


    "Do you want a sandwich? Maybe with some grated cheese like old times?"


    "No, rk, I''d rather have some porridge."


    Sensing Serena''s gloom, Arabe looked up from her meal. In her eyes, Arabe saw hostility.


    "What''s wrong? Didn''t you sleep well?" rk asked, serving Serena a bowl of oatmeal, and cing it in


    front of her. "Who upset you?"


    Serena remained silent, eating her oatmeal.


    "Girls can be so hard to figure out;’ rk said, smiling as he went to serve Arabe another bowl of


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    oatmeal. "Eat up, Be."


    Arabe''s phone buzzed in the middle of breakfast. It was a video call invitation from her grandfather.


    "Grandpa.


    "Good morning, Be. Are you having breakfast? Why do you always get up so early."


    On the other side of the video, Bernard, her grandfather, was smiling cheerfully with a pair of reading


    sses perched on his nose. "Your grandma and I should be discharged from the hospital tomorrow.


    Can youe pick us up?"


    "Sure; Arabe responded gently. "I will be there to pick you both up tomorrow."


    "Great, we''ll be waiting for you. Let your parents know, but if they''re busy, you cane alone."


    Arabe smiled, "Alright."


    "Last night, I went through my phone''s photo album and finally found somendscape paintings I drew.


    They were inspired by your works. I''ve sent them to your WhatsApp. Have a look and feel free to


    critique."


    "Okay."


    "Well, finish your breakfast first. We''ll talkter."


    As Bernard was ending the call, Cornelia said, "Don''t keep texting and calling Be all the time. Let her


    enjoy her vacation."


    "I just want to chat with her."


    "Make sure she checks the pocket money I sent."


    Bernard then said to the person on the phone, "Be, your grandma said she sent you some pocket


    money. Make sure you collect it.


    And about the pocket money I transferred to youst night, do you think it''s not enough?"


    "No, Grandpa, I have my own money. It''s enough."


    "That''s your money. This is a token of love from your grandma and me. You must ept it. If you don''t,


    it would mean you''re being formal with us."


    Considering Serena was present, Arabe could only respond, “Okay."