Chapter 1874


    Ophelia''s smile widened as she saw her friend, and she pulled up a chair to sit beside her. "Did you


    change my clothesst night?"


    "Who else would have done that?"


    "Thanks a bunch!" Ophelia yfully tapped her friend''s cheek, her voice bubbling with gratitude. "And


    you even got that adorable towel and toothbrush set."


    "That was Sean''s doing."


    At the mention of Arabe''s words, Ophelia''s hand, which was holding a bite-sized piece of a


    sandwich, froze in mid-air.


    "They are a bit childish." Arabe said with a smile. "Sean thought all girls would like cute patterns."


    Ophelia hadn''t expected it to be him.


    "Crap!" Suddenly, something urred to Ophelia, and she hurriedly fished out her phone. "I forgot to


    check in with my folks."


    She hadn''t been home all night, and her parents must have been worried sick!


    "Don''t sweat it. I''ve already called your mom. Calm down." Arabe poured her a ss of milk and set


    it before her, then began recounting the events of the previous night.


    "You''re always on top of things, Be. So reliable." Ophelia took a sip of the milk and sighed


    contentedly. "This milk is so creamy~"


    After another bite of her sandwich, she felt curiosity getting the better of her. "But really, what''s the deal


    with those guys fromst night?"


    Why were they after her?


    Could it be that her enemies from abroad had followed her here?


    "It''s a long story." Arabe thought about how to keep it short and sweet as she gave an overview of


    the past events, and then continued, "So, Erik''s guys split into two groups. One broke in to rescue him,


    and the other went after you, in case the first group failed. They were nning to use you as a


    bargaining chip to exchange for their boss."


    "So that''s it. I thought it was weird they suddenly started tailing me and were so persistent." Ophelia


    chuckled. "For a moment, I thought my overseas enemies had tracked me down here. So, you''re


    saying you came to my rescuest night??"


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    "The one who saved you was Sean."


    Arabe''s revtion caused Ophelia''s smile to freeze on her face.


    Really him?


    How could that be?


    "When the first group barged in, me and a few of the guys were dealing with them. Then it hit me that


    you might be in danger, so I sent Sean to check on you. Sean said when he got there, about a dozen


    hitmen were shooting at your car, and turning it into swiss cheese."


    Arabe loaded Ophelia''s te with avish breakfast spread and continued, "Under such


    circumstances, you were still sending me voice messages, and worrying about whether the flowers will


    survive and whether the soil had spilled. In the message, you cared about my issues with Romeo, but


    did not mention a word about your own safety."


    The night before, Ophelia had not revealed to Arabe how dire her situation had been, as well as how


    alone and vulnerable she felt.


    She hadn''t told Arabe that she feared she might never see her parents again.


    Worried that she might die at the hands of those men, she had asked Arabe to visit her parents if she


    had the chance. After all, she was their only daughter.


    Knowing Arabe''s character, she was clear that if Arabe found out her death was due to an


    assassination, she would stop at nothing to seek vengeance.


    Ophelia didn''t want Arabe to take such risks; she only wished for Arabe to live a happy and


    peaceful life with the one she loved. That would be enough for her!


    That''s why she had been so insistent the night before.


    "Sweetheart." Arabe added more to her breakfast. "Next time you''re in trouble, just send me your


    location. No matter what, no matter where you are, I''ll find a way to save you."


    "I don''t need your saving!"


    She would rather face danger herself than have her best friend risk everything.


    "Thank goodness Sean got there in time." Otherwise, Arabe would never forgive herself.


    The thought of Sean triggered a flood of memories in Ophelia''s mind, especially the moment of his


    confession.


    “I''m Sean, I like you, and you damn well better not die.”


    What was going on?


    Could it be that she misremembered it??


    How could Sean possibly like her??


    But the memory ofst night felt too real.


    The words Sean said to her, and the way he scolded those men were all etched in her mind.