The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 2067

Fresh from her shower, Arabella's scent was a breath of spring, her soft cheeks begging for another kiss.

"Don't mind his ramblings," Arabella said with a light chuckle. "It's not as bad as he makes it out to be."

"I know you're hurting," Romeo murmured, holding her close. "How are you feeling now? Any dizziness? Any pain?"

"It's all gone."

"Murphy's girl, the one you mentioned, is locked up at the station."

"Mhm." Arabella glanced at him. "There are sclothes for you in the walk-in. Go take a shower, get srest."

"I'm not tired," Romeo whispered, caressing her face.

"You still need to rest." Arabella led him to the walk-in wardrobe, where she kept a cabfull of clothes she had sewn for him

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when she had spare time, using nothing but fabric and a small sewing machine.

She handed him a set of cozy loungewear.

Romeo was touched and surprised to find she had secretly made so many garments for him. "Can | take all of these withwhen |

leave later?"

"Saren't finished yet," Arabella replied with a soft smile. "But you can take the completed ones."

Romeo leaned down, pressing his lips to hers, lingering as if he couldn't get enough. These clothes were proof of her affection for

him.

"Go on, take a hot shower," she urged.

After his shower, Arabella had breakfast ready. They ate together before she let him rest in the adjacent room.

"Stay withfor a bit," Romeo said, pulling her into bed and drawing the covers over them. "I sleep better with you by my side."

Wrapped in his embrace, Arabella was surrounded by his presence.

Slowly, Romeo drifted off to sleep.

In front of Arabella, he shed his armor of indifference, as docile as a child.

Arabella noticed his long eyelashes, his flawless skin—so delicate and clean.

Now, he seemed his age—lacking the maturity he projected to the outside world, exuding the youthful vitality and tenderness of a

boy.

Seeing his breathing even out, Arabella gently removed his hand, intending to leave the bed. But as she sat up, Romeo

instinctively clutched at her clothing, half-awake and peering at her with bleary eyes.

"I'm just going to the bathroom," Arabella lied smoothly.

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Romeo sat up, ready to accompany her.

"No need, you keep sleeping. I'll be right back."

Hearing she'd return soon, Romeo waited obediently, his sleepy gaze fixed on the spot where she had been.

Arabella had reached the door when she turned to see him still sitting up. She told him to lie down, but he didn't seem to hear.

Returning to the bedside, intending to coax him back to sleep, Arabella was met with his drowsy eyes. He mistook her return as her

having finished in the bathroom. "All done?"

Before she could explain, Romeo's arms were around her, his scent enveloping her once again.

This time, to ensure Romeo could sleep peacefully, Arabella stayed still.

Soon, a servant noticed Arabella's door ajar, the girl nowhere in sight, with only the remains of their breakfast on the coffee table,

and even Mr. McMillian's whereabouts unknown.