Chapter 613
She didn’t give him a chance, but he still got close, didn’t he?
At this moment, Romeo noticed there was another person outside the car. He rolled down his window and asked, “Anything else, grandpa?”
Phillip had been standing there for a while, witnessing everything.
“Nah, I’m good. Just out for a walk.”
Taking a walk alone and leaving grandma at home, really?
“You guys carry on.”
Phillip turned to leave. His wife had seen their car parked there for a long time without moving, thinking it was broken, and was about to come over to see if they needed a replacement.
Turned out they were overthinking things!
These two youngsters were just making out in the car.
Carl was tactful enough to find an excuse to get out of the car and leave them be.
As they hit the road, Arabella felt some discomfort in herilower abdomen. Was it her period coming?
Thinking about this, she told Carl in front, “Step on it.”
“Huh?” Carl was a bit confused. “Ms. Bella, is there an emergency?”
“Mhm.”
Sitting in the seat, Arabella could feel something seeping out from below.
Damn. Too late.
Romeo’s gaze fell on her. “What’s wrong?”
Was she tired and wanted to go home to rest, or did she suddenly remember something urgent she needed to handle?
What could possibly need handling at this late hour?
Carl was still in the front so it wasn’t convenient for Arabella to say. When they arrived at Romeo’s mansion, Arabella said, “Carl, you can catch a cab home.”
At this late hour, could he even get a cab here?
Although Carl responded respectfully, he couldn’t figure out Arabella’s mood and felt a bit desolate inside.
Ms. Bella was no longer that considerate little girl from before.
When he left to hail a cab, Arabella told Romeo, “You get out first.”
“Huh?” Romeo looked at her puzzled, noticing something was off. “Are you not feeling well?”
Why would she want to stay in the car alone?
“I got my period.” Arabella was a bit embarrassed. “I’ve messed up your car.”
So that’s what it was.
Romeo’s eyes softened. “It’s alright, it’s just a car. I’ll carry you in.”
“No.” Arabella didn’t want to stain his clothes.
Romeo was amused by her, rarely seeing her like this: “Don’t worry, no one will see.”
Derek and Gary were still in the mansion and they should be resting by–now.
Arabella looked at his white shirt, still hesitating, when the next second, Romeo used his suit jacket to wrap around her waist and carried her out of the car.
Carl finally understood. So Ms. Bella wanted Mr. McMillan to carry her, but why did she want him to leave? Was she shy?
But why would she tie a jacket around her waist in the hot summer?
As Carl was still pondering, Romeo shot him a glance, and he quickly averted his eyes, realizing he had been staring at Ms. Bella a bit too long.
Surely Romeo didn’t think he was checking out Ms. Bella’s waist, right?!
