The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 1185

Chapter 1185

Upon hearing the news, Romeo, overjoyed, swept the girl into his arms, showering her with kisses.

“What am I going to do? I'm so smitten with you. Can I wear it now?"

Receiving all these gifts at once made him as giddy as a kid on Christmas morning.

"Wash it first before wearing it."

Romeo, though a tad disappointed, couldn't help but lean in for another kiss.

Arabella found herself hoisted onto the desk, just as their lips were about to meet, a knock echoed through the office.

Seconds later, Carl swung open the office door, "Mr. McMillian.

Arabella quickly pushed Romeo away.

Romeo turned back, slightly aggrieved, “You have a knack for impeccable timing."

Carl caught sight of Arabella descending from the desk, even giving him a cheeky smile, "Carl, that's some good work."

Carl felt like he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Feeling Mr. McMillian's gaze on him, he felt like he was about to be flayed alive. He quickly reported, "Ms. Bella, you flatter me. It's just an emergency."

Arabella found Romeo's frustrated expression quite amusing.

"Mr. McMillian, I came to tell you Lou has been taken by the police. Many employees have seen it, and there's already a notice on the company bulletin board as a warning to others. Also, our partners from Dawnstar are here. They want to have a personal discussion with you. They're in the reception room."

“Let them wait."

“They only have half an hour. After that, they have to rush to the airport. They've already bought their tickets."

Romeo was even more displeased.

Carl looked towards Ms. Bella, his eyes pleading for her intervention.

Carl, standing to the side, was startled. Feeling Romeo's gaze on him, he stammered, “No, no, no. Even if I lost my hands, I wouldn't ask Ms. Bella for help. Ms. Bella was just joking."

Arabella chuckled, looking at Romeo, “Aren't you going?"

Romeo then placed his cell phone on the coffee table.

“Take it.” Arabella didn't want his phone. "What if someone needs to reach you?"

“Answer it for me. If it's important, tell me. If nat, ignore it"

“It's not just calls. I'm sure a lot of people will text you."

“You can handle those as well." Romeo caressed her head, "Wait for me."

Seeing him actually leaving, Arabella glanced at the phone on the table but didn't touch it.

But this feeling of being trusted warmed her heart.