Chapter 107
Romeo’s hand still tightly held hers as he dropped Arabella off at her company’s entrance. He looked down at the girl in his arms and asked, “I’ll bring you afternoon tea later. Anything in particular you want?”
“You’re free now?” she queried.
“I just happen to have some free time.”
From the driver’s seat, Carl froze at his words. He thought, Mr. McMillian, you have two meetings this afternoon, three partners to meet, and over a dozen documents that need your decision. Are you sure you’re free?
“I’m not hungry,” Arabella announced, preparing to leave the car. Romeo embraced her tightly, saying, “Just a little longer.”
“We’re going to be late!”
“Just a little longer,” he insisted, inhaling her sweet scent. It was intoxicating.
“Don’t bring me anything to eat this afternoon,” Arabella said, sounding slightly helpless. “I’m a bit busy.”
“Do you need my help?”
“No.”
After being detained by Romeo for a while, Arabella finally managed to pull away from his grasp and hurriedly headed toward her company.
“Mr. McMillian, it seems like Ms. Bella was in a hurry to leave…” Carl observed as he watched Arabella’s retreating figure. He glanced in the rear–view mirror to find Romeo’s gaze fixed on the girl.
“Oh, and Mr. McMillian, the restaurant manager asked me to give you these…” Carl unlocked his phone and sent a dozen pictures to Romeo’s phone.
They were photos from their lunch at the Ferris Wheel Restaurant. The handsome man and beautiful woman were eye–catching.
Even Romeo himself could hardly believe the tenderness and adoration in his own eyes as he looked at Arabella in the photos. Though Arabella was looking at the scenery outside, oblivious to his gaze, it didn’t stop him from admiring her beauty.
“What was she thinking then,” he pondered, looking at her bright eyes.
Romeo’s slender fingers scrolled through the photos, each one captured from a perfect angle. He simply said, “Tip.”
Carl promptly transferred $1,000 to the restaurant manager.
“Actually, Mr. McMillian, I also took a few shots…” Carl showed Romeo the candid photos he had taken of Romeo and Arabella enjoying the view together. They looked like a perfect match.
“Mr. McMillian, just to be clear, I’m not asking for anything. I just thought you two looked good together, Carl clarified, fearing that Romeo might get mad at him for, sneaking pictures without his knowledge.
But Romeo didn’t say a word. After a moment; Carl’s phone chimed with an Apple Pay notification. His eyes widened at the sight of the number: 7777, four sevens! Had Mr. McMillian really just transferred that much money to him in one go? Was this a reward?
As he tried to contain his excitement, he asked, puzzled, “But Mr. McMillian, what does this number mean…”
Romeo saved each photo, then casually explained, “It means Bella and my story will be as lucky as the number seven.”
“…” Carl couldn’t help but feel engulfed by the sweetness of love after hearing such an explanation.
Romeo set his two favorite photos as his screensaver and wallpaper, then looked back at the building where Arabella worked, a hint of longing in his eyes. “Let’s head back to McMillian Corporation.”
Carl could clearly detect the nostalgia in his voice. Hmm, Ms. Bella had only been gone a short while, and he was already missing her?
At McMillian Corporation, Serena had prepared afternoon tea for the six receptionists, who were all beaming with joy.”
