Chapter 129
“Romeo” Serena spotted him about to leave and quickly grabbed the hem of his coat. “I like you; I really do. Can you turn around and look at me, please?”
At this moment, Martha coughed from a distance, seemingly hinting at something.
Following Martha’s gaze, Serena saw Arabella descend the stairs step by step. She hurriedly let go of Romeo’s coat, stammering, “Sis, you mustn’t misunderstand.”
Crap, would Arabella spill the beans to their parents?
Would they think Serena had ulterior motives and kick her out of the house?
If that were the case, she’d be doomed!
“Carry on,” Arabella said nonchalantly as she walked towards the kitchen.
She had been watching the drama unfold from upstairs until she got hungry and didn’t feel like watching anymore.
Romeo shot Serena an annoyed look, then quickly caught up with Arabella’s pace, explaining nervously, “Bella, it’s not what you think.”
“Oh? What is it then?” Arabella retorted indifferently as she continued towards the kitchen.
“She just happened to brush against my coat, that’s all.” Romeo hastily took off his suit jacket and tossed it in the trash bin.
Standing still, Serena felt like she had just been slapped across the face. She was utterly mortified!
He actually found the clothing she touched filthy!
“Bella” Romeo grabbed Arabella’s hand and asked, “Are you mad? If so, I’ll change my pants too.”
While heading upstairs, he called David Collins and asked, “Which pair of pants in the cloakroom haven’t you worn?”
“What?” David Collins sat up on the hotel bed, his handsome face full of surprise. “Romeo, are you broke? You don’t even have pants to wear?What are you doing at my house so early in the morning?” David Collins, the youngest son who was rarely home, suddenly understood, “Are you so broke that you need my family to take you in? Should I wire you some money? I can’t let you be so destitute.”
“Which one hasn’t been worn?” Romeo resisted the urge to punch him and pushed open the door to the cloakroom. It was about 20 square meters, with clothes for different seasons and occasions and materials neatly arranged….
But the colors were too conspicuous, too trendy–a bit hip–hop, not Romeo’s style.
“The left section is all gifts from brands, and they’ve all been washed before being put into the closet. Just how did you go bankrupt? Tell me, how did I not hear about this big news?”
Before David Collins could finish his taunting, Romeo ended the call.
After changing his pants and heading downstairs, Romeo saw Arabella on the balcony, making a call. Her slender figure was so pleasing to the eye that it was indescribable. Seeing her hang up after a few words, Romeo immediately approached her and said, “Bella, I’ve changed.”
Arabella glanced at him, and sure enough, he had changed into new pants. How did he have pants at her house?
“Bella.” Romeo wanted to hug her.
But Arabella, aware of the several servants around, didn’t let him get what he wanted.
Romeo felt like he was missing a piece of his heart. He was extremely tormented.
“Romeo, you’re here early today?” At this time, Kenneth came downstairs, yawning lazily.
“Good morning.” Romeo looked attentively at the girl in front of him. She seemed indifferent, like she was angry.
Kenneth was cheerful, feeling great first thing in the morning. “Morning, Bella, Serena, you’re up too? Go have breakfast first; I’ll wait for your mom.”
“Okay.” Serena glanced at Arabella nervously. Seeing Arabella walk towards the kitchen without any intention of telling on her, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief..
Thank God, if her parents knew she had grabbed Romeo’s coat, they would surely think she had ulterior motives.
At the dining table, Romeo gently blew on the fried egg on the plate before setting it in front of Arabella and saying, “It’s not hot anymore; you can eat now.”
Arabella didn’t eat it and instead picked u p a cute-looking sandwich, casually biting into it while considering what Jack had told her on the phone earlier.
