Chapter 624

Her dishes might look plain, but they’re super scrummy.

Romeo took a bite then his eyes lit up. He didn’t expect Arabella’s cooking to be such a hit.

“Yum, Romeo complimented, “Is this your new party trick? Cooking?”

“Nope.”

Arabella hadn’t exactly earned any Michelin stars, but she had a grandpa who used to be a big shot

banquet chef, and he passed on all his tricks to her.

He taught her so she could whip up something nice for him whenever she had free time. Back then,

she worked so hard to learn that she almost sliced her hand off. Just thinking about it made her tired.

“I guess you’ve been roughing it, eating at my place.”

Arabella: ??

Is the food cooked by the chefs at my place hard to swallow?”

Arabella realized what he was getting at: “No, they do a great job too.”

“But not as great as you.” Romeo decided to dock their pay and get them to up their game.

Did they really deserve a ten grand paycheck every month? They can’t even hold a candle to Arabella!

Arabella had no idea what he was thinking and served him more food. “Eat up if you like it and I’ll cook

for you again in the future.”

Hearing that, Romeo paused, his eyes softening.

Arabella mentioned “the future” again and even talked about cooking for him.

“No need to trouble yourself.”

How could he let her cook? He was already over the moon this time; even the dish he usually dislikes

tasted heavenly.

After dinner, Romeo parked his car near the school, and Arabella was about to get off when he pulled

her into his arms and kissed her.

After getting off, she wanted to return to her dorm to draw but unexpectedly saw a familiar figure

surrounded by a few girls.

“Serena, this is our school. What do you think?” Who invited Serena for a tour of Westerly College?

Serena looked around, laughed dismissively, and didn’t think the school Arabella was attending was all

that.

“Serena, you’re getting prettier so you really know how to take care of yourself.”

Serena gave a small smile and gracefully responded, “Oh, stop it. There are plenty of people more

beautiful than me.”

“Serena! How can we mere mortals live if you say that?” A girl immediately clung to her hand and

whined, “The daughter of the nation’s wealthiest man calling herself ordinary. Did you think about how

we ordinary people would feel when you said that?”

“Exactly! Serena, you’re being too modest!”

Several girls chimed in, showering her with compliments.

“If you’re ordinary, why would Romeo propose to you? Men are all about the looks!”

“Your parents are loaded, and you’re calling yourself ordinary.”

“And the key point is that you’re so pretty, with such good skin. Look at me, I stayed up late last night

and woke up with a little pimple this morning.”

Just as Serena was wondering how to show off her skincare products, the conversation swung in that

direction, and she immediately pulled out a bottle of flawless serum from her bag.