Chapter 144

Not long after, the car stopped in front of a luxurious mansion. This was the most renowned private

estate in Summerfield, purchased last year by an important figure for a staggering 180 million dollars.

Unlike Reflections Villa, where Arabella resided, which was the most expensive residential area in

Summerfield, comprising thirty–three opulent households, Moon Villa was an entirely private domain.

The villa was surrounded by a riot of colorful flowers, and its architecture was tastefully designed,

exuding an air of grandeur. When illuminated by the evening lights, it appeared even more vibrant and

enchanting, captivating the hearts of those who beheld it.

Nearby, there was a crescent–shaped lake that, whenever bathed in moonlight, rèsembled a moon

descended to Earth, enchanting all who gazed upon it. As a result, this place was fittingly named Moon

Villa.

Arabella was a little puzzled. Weren’t they supposed to go to a restaurant for dinner? What were they

doing here?

Carl got out of the car, politely opened the door, and told Arabella, “Miss, this is Mr. Romeo’s home. It’s

the first time he’s brought a lady here…”

Another first. It seemed like Arabella was taking a lot of “firsts” in Romeo’s life.

Romeo came out of the car carrying Arabella. His handsome eyes filled with affection, his voice filled

with tenderness and emotion, “This is actually our home.” Arabella, being carried towards the villa, felt

a little uncomfortable, “Put me down, I can walk.”

“I just want to pamper my wife.” Romeo looked down at her beautiful face, expressing his intense love,

“Let me hold you a little longer, or I’ll miss you every day. Romeo carried Arabella to the entrance and

had her place her fingers on the fingerprint scanner, recording her fingerprints.

“Visit our home more often,” he said.

The word “home” warmed Arabella’s heart, and her face blushed unconsciously.

Inside the majestic villa, there was only one man named Derek serving as both butler and attendant,

waiting for them in the garden. Although he knew a girl would be coming today, seeing Romeo

embrace her so affectionately left Derek in shock.

Maintaining his professional composure, Derek hid his surprise, but deep down, he was utterly

astonished.

“Mr. McMillian, welcome home.” Derek respectfully bowed and then turned his gaze toward Arabella,

his eyes filled with kindness.

“This is my wife, Arabella.”

Upon hearing Romeo’s introduction, Derek quickly bowed and said, “Good evening, madam. I’m the

butler, Derek.”

“Derek, good evening. Arabella greeted him politely.

Seeing the girl’s elegant and refined demeanor, and her well–behaved manners, Derek’s impression of

her improved, “Dinner is ready, please follow me.”

Arabella whispered in Romeo’s arms, “Let me down.”

“I just want to hold you.”

Their interaction fell on Derek’s ears, shocking him once again.

It was rumored that the McMillian family had a marriage agreement with the Collins family. The Collins‘

daughter had visited Mr. McMillian several times but never met him. The fact that Mr. McMillian had

personally recorded her fingerprint and said such, sweet words meant this girl must be more important

to him than the Collins‘ daughter. Romeo was a person who enjoyed tranquility and disliked being

disturbed. Apart from Derek, the only other person in the house was a male chef named Gary.

At this moment, Gary had created a dreamlike atmosphere at the dining table. Beautiful rose petals fell

delicately into the caviar, creating an ethereal ambiance that was truly enchanting.

Shrimp balls shaped like lychee fruit were placed on lifelike tree branches, resembling a bountiful

harvest. Each dish exhibited an ultimate visual appeal.

Knowing that an exceptionally important girl would be dining at the house today, Gary didn’t dare to be

negligent. However, seeing Mr. McMillian carrying a girl inside, he, like Derek, was also shocked to the

core.

“This is the future Mrs. McMillian. Derek introduced first.

“Good evening, madam! Sir!” Gary hurriedly greeted them. After arranging the last dish, he bowed and

left.