Chapter 1401

“Oh my gosh, they are so adorable together."

"Mr. McMillian seems really into Ms. Bella. Just look at the way he gazes at her. It's like he's trying to

sweeten her up with his eyes!"

"When are they getting hitched, for heaven's sake? I can't wait!"

Their excited chatter reached Romeo's ears. He offered a warm smile, lifting his eyes towards them, "I'll

make sure you guys get an invitation well in advance."

The staff were gobsmacked, never imagining they'd score an invite to Romeo and Ms. Bella's wedding.

The joy was so sudden, they started cheering in excitement.

“Thank you, Mr. McMillian!"

"Mr. McMillian, here's to a lifetime of happiness for you and Ms. Bella, and may you be blessed with a

family soon!"

Romeo looked towards Arabella with interest, his eyes all but asking: You hearing this?

"Mr. McMillian and Ms. Bella, wish you a love that's everlasting!"

"May you two find joy and love eternal!"

“To Mr. McMillian and Ms. Bella —- may you grow old together, in unwavering unity!"

Arabella suddenly felt as if she were about to walk down the aisle.

Wasn't all this jubilation a bit premature?

“Thank you." Romeo accepted their well-wishes with the grace and generosity of a true gentleman, his

gaze returning to Arabella once again.

The servants nearby were nearly swooning under his tender look. Who would have thought the usually

stoic and cold Romeo had such a warm and gentle side?

Ms. Bella was the lucky one, destined to spend her life with such a handsome face doting on her.

In the garden.

Serena was running so fast she stumbled and fell to the ground.

Martin rushed over to help her up, "Serena, are you alright? Did you hurt yourself?"

“Back off.” Serena pushed him away, but her knee was in so much pain, she couldn't stand and had to

sit on the grass, sulking on her own.

"Did you hurt your knee?” Martin asked with concern, "Let me have a look."

"I don't need your help."

"Serena!" Seeing her turn her face away, refusing to look at him, he went ahead and scooped her into

his arms.

“What are you doing, Martin? Put me down!"

“The ground is cold and damp. You could catch a cold.” Martin carried her to a nearby swing seat and

gently set her down, insisting, "Wait here and don't move. I'll be right back."

He went back to the house, grabbed a first aid kit from a servant, and returned promptly.

Serena watched him kneel down and start to roll up her pants.

“Martin."

“What's with all these bruises?” Martin worked quickly and noticed the marks on her shin and knee,

“How did you get all banged up? When did this happen? Why didn't you tell me?"

"It's none of your business!"

“You're my girlfriend. If it's not my business, then whose is it?"

The thought that she had gone out with him today carrying all those bruises made Martin's heart ache

and sorrow fill him, "Did you fall by yourself, or is there something else going on? Has anyone been

giving you trouble?"