The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117 

Romeo wasn’t surprised by his arrival. “My grandpa sent you, didn’t he?” 

“Yeah, Grandpa flew in a top–notch pastry chef from France to prepare an afternoon tea for Miss.” 

As Brodie said this, he hastily removed the items from the car, then added apologetically, “But there’s none for you.” 

“No worries.” 

Romeo looked toward the company. As long as Arabella was happy, he’d be happy. 

“Master, are you also here to deliver afternoon tea to Miss?” 

“Yes.” 

“Did I arrive too late?” 

Brodie seemed a bit annoyed. He knew the afternoon tea was personally prepared by the pastry chef using the finest ingredients. Grandpa put a lot of thought into it. 

If Ms. Bella ate Romeo’s first and then was full, not having the appetite to eat the pastries Phillip sent, Phillip would be heartbroken. 

Just then, Brodie spotted a familiar figure coming out of the company. He quickly approached her and respectfully handed over the items, saying, “Miss, this is what Phillip asked me to bring you.” 

Arabella reached out to take it, giving a small smile and saying, “Please convey my thanks to Grandpa.” 

“Phillip hopes you can visit him more when you have spare time; don’t overwork and take rest.” 

“Okay.” 

“He also said that you’re about to go to college. If you have a preferred school, whether it’s domestic or abroad, you can tell him.” “Okay.” 

“Also, if you encounter difficulties at work, you can ask Phillip for help. If something’s bothering you in life, you can tell him.” Romeo, on the side, gave a small smile. 

He remembered running the group for three years; Grandpa never sent him afternoon tea, not even a word of concern. 

Now he’s being all nice to his granddaughter–in–law. 

“Please convey my thanks to Grandpa.“. 

Arabella stood tall, a mix of cold and cute demeanor that was admirable. 

“I will convey your words. I won’t disturb your work anymore.“. 

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Having said that, Brodie glanced at Romeo next to him, then said respectfully, “Master, I will take my leave.” 

“Alright.” Romeo knew he was leaving first to give them some private space. 

He was a very–considerate man. 

“Why are you still here?” Arabella looked at Romeo, somewhat surprised. 

Romeo reached out to gently touch her face, revealing a doting smile. “It’s fate; the universe wanted us to meet again.”