The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella) novel Chapter 1860

"Everything I have is yours too—feel free to take anything you fancy when you come over to my place!"

Ophelia said with a warm smile, her arm linked with her friend's, "No matter when, no matter what happens, I'll always be your rock-solid support. The whole Almond has your back! Of course, with your current mojo, you hardly need our little hill for support, haha. But just so you know, I'm always here for you!"

Arabella's eyes softened, "I feel the same about you."

As they strolled and chatted, Ophelia suddenly remembered something and asked, "Oh, by the way, at what point did you learn that Sean started Drift Swifts?"

"After I came back to our country."

Ophelia nodded in realization, "That explains why you guys weren’t at each other's throats. It was all a misunderstanding because you didn't know each other's true identities. What a huge misunderstanding!"

Arabella's lips curled into a smile, "You seemed pretty shocked to find out Eagle works for Sean, huh?"

"Bella, you won't believe it, that Eagle guy has been the thorn in my side, blocking my projects!" Ophelia exclaimed, still reeling from the revelation. "How much must your Sean despise me, sending Eagle to hassle me time and again. Sean and I are incompatible, like oil and water—first it was the car race, now our projects..."

Ophelia couldn't help but add, "If I'd known Sheen was Sean, your brother, I would've picked a day when he was out to come knocking!"

Continuing her analysis, she said, "No wonder at the last race, you mentioned he asked about me. I thought it was because I was trying to win over his track and make it public, and that caught his attention. But it turns out, he's the one holding up my projects."

"Sean doesn't hate you," Arabella suddenly revealed. "On the contrary, he has a certain fondness for you."

"You mean fondness in what way?"

"Why else would he block your projects for no good reason?"

It was all to keep her in Belloria longer, so he could watch her from a distance, to keep up with her.

"I think he just can't stand me! I called ‘Brother Sean’ one too many times earlier, and he seemed pretty annoyed."

The closet was impressively large, with a variety of garments, shoes, and handbags all neatly organized.

Each item looked brand-new.

"You haven't worn any of these, have you? They look so fresh." Ophelia picked up a dress and felt the high-quality fabric.

"These look just like your designs? Oh, I remembered. A while back, didn’t you say your parents and then your fiancé each ordered a batch of a hundred items for you. They didn't happen to place the order with QY, did they? So, how much did you make out of this."

"Ms. Almond, stop teasing me."

"Compared with you, I feel like a pauper! Honestly, I've never had so many clothes at once in my life!"

After the tour of the closet, Ophelia was full of wonder. "Now I finally get why Kelly said you made the right choice coming back to this family. From the moment I arrived, I could feel the tender loving care from your family. It's not just about the emotional support, but in the material way, too. I'm feeling like chewing out the Murphys again."