Chapter 1701


    "You could find a spot, and I''ll take care of the order."


    The coffee shop was an old-school kind where orders were made at the counter. As Romeo queued, a


    few girls noticed him, drawn irresistibly to his charm.


    "He''s gorgeous."


    "Is he a couple with that girl here from earlier?"


    "They’re such a good match."


    "I’d love to add him on WhatsApp."


    "Me too, and let’s do it! A guy that hot—If I don''t add him now, I''ll regret it for life."


    One brave college student, studying abroad at Belloria University, summoned her courage. She


    approached Romeo with a tentative "Hi," and bashfully asked, "Could I possibly have your WhatsApp?


    I''d love to be your friends."


    "Apologies, I''m already engaged," Romeo declined politely.


    Yet, despite the affable refusal, the girl remained captivated by his gentle voice and courteous


    demeanor.


    Returning to her group, she eximed, "He was so polite and well-mannered, even apologized for


    being engaged. That girl over there, she must be his fiancée, right? She''s so lucky. I adore guys who


    can gracefully deflect such attention!"


    "Totally."


    Arabe had chosen a window seat when her phone vibrated with a WhatsApp message.


    [Arabe, have you arrived?]


    It was from Timothy.


    "[I''m here,] she typed back.


    She had a rendezvous Timothy at two, and Romeo, ever the escort, had apanied her.


    Timothy replied a surprised Emoji, [Already there? Hold on, I''ll be right there!]


    Upon entering, Timothy identally bumped into a server and hastily offered a flurry of apologies. He


    spotted Arabe by the window, gazed directly his way.


    He enthusiastically waved and made his way to her, "You''re early! What coffee do you fancy? I''m on it."


    "You think I’ll lend you to get coffee for my fiancée?"


    The moment was punctuated by Romeo’s timely return with their coffees. "Seems you two are


    acquainted?"


    Timothy''s smile stiffened as he gazed in disbelief from Romeo to Arabe. "Arabe is your fiancée?"


    "Why, do you think we don’t look like we belong together? That we aren’t a good match?"


    The blunt realization hit Timothy like a bolt from the blue. Spotting an iced coffee among the ones


    Romeo carried, he grabbed it, downing half in a gulp.


    Arabe was confounded, and Romeo looked on, puzzled by his friend’s strange behavior.


    "Romeo has spoken of you before. But seeing you in person, you surpass the beauty of legends. I


    knew your name, and now, what a small world—you are Romeo’s betrothed, so that we''re almost like


    family."


    His heart was breaking.


    He struggled to keep up his smile.


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    "Wait, where''s Derrick? I''ll go check."


    "Wait a second," Romeo said, eyeing Timothy and then Arabe. "Did you two know each other


    before?"


    How could they have met if not here?


    Before Timothy could respond, Romeo pressed on, "How did youe to know each other?"


    "I told you, he helped me out a couple of times, and I just wanted to return the favor with a coffee. So,


    he''s a close friend of yours as well?"