Chapter 115

Serena tailed Romeo all the way until his car pulled up near a company.

It’s a clothing company owned by the Collins family, and Arabella is the boss.

Serena guessed right–Romeo really came to see Arabella!!

He left Serena in the conference room for a full two hours without a word but was super attentive to

Arabella.

Serena didn’t get it, what was so special about Arabella?

Maybe in his world, after seeing so many refined ladies, he just wanted to hang out with regular

people?

Romeo got out of the car in a white shirt. Handsome as he was, he dimmed the surroundings just by

existing.

That’s him, alright, always stealing the spotlight the minute he shew up, easily catching everyone’s

eye.

“Bella Have you been waiting long?” As soon as Arabella walked up to him, he gently but assertively

wrapped her in his arms. “I missed you.”

Seeing Arabella, whom he’d missed so much, a smile tugged at the corners of Romeo’s mouth. “Not

long: I just got here.”

“This is a public place; could you tone it down a bit?”

They were currently by the road; what if someone saw them?

“I can’t help it; if I don’t hold you for a bit, I’ll miss you even more.”

Romeo looked at her with a hint of fondness and tenderness on his handsome face that most people

wouldn’t see. “Are you busy?”

“Not busy.”

“Did you miss me?”

“No.”

“You weren’t busy, and you didn’t miss me?”

Arabella didn’t respond.

“You little rascal!” Romeo hugged her tighter. “I’m going to punish you by hugging you for another

minute. No resisting.”

Arabella suddenly thought Romeo was a bit childish.

“Every time you go to the company, it’s like you disappear. If I don’t look for you, you might not even

think of me!” Romeo sounded like he was whining.

Hearing Romeo say this, Arabella felt a bit helpless. “I have a lot of things to deal with.”

“Will you think about me later?”

“Romeo.” Arabella was about to ask him to behave, but he lifted her face like it was a precious gem.

The love in his eyes was as dazzling as the stars in the night sky.

“I can’t help it; your face is too soft.”

“Where’s my afternoon tea?” Arabella remembered she had things to deal with and couldn’t stay here

too long..

Romeo touched her face before pulling out the afternoon tea,

Arabella saw the dozen or so bags in his hand and didn’t take them. “That’s too much; I can’t finish it

all.”

“You can pick your favorites.”

Romeo held the bags in one hand and reluctantly held her in the other, messing with her hair and

asking, “Aren’t you going to invite me in for a bit?”

“I still have things to do.”

“Will you think about me later?”