The Princess and the Pauper

Chapter 49

“What do you fancy eating?” Romeo opened the car door and waited for her to get in.

Arabella remained silent.

“French cuisine, perhaps? Or you want to eat some other type of food?”

“Whatever.” Arabella strutted into the car, no longer fussing over this matter.

Romeo got in the car, saw her reaching to take off that necklace, and instinctively grabbed her hand.

Arabella was a bit stunned, then explained, “I feel like I shouldn’t have this.”

“No one’s more deserving of it than you.” Romeo looked into her eyes, speaking word by word, “I know

you’re young and haven’t thought about marriage yet, but that’s okay, no rush.”

Arabella just felt this precious item around her neck was too conspicuous. Everyone who knew what

this necklace represented understood what it meant!

This was something only the McMillian family’s daughter–in–law could wear!

Seeing that she still wanted to take it off, Romeo pressed on, “Could you consider my grandpa’s

delicate heart and keep it on for now? He’d be heartbroken if he saw you without it when he gets

discharged in a few days.”

Arabella was convinced by this argument. Her hand had just left the necklace when he took it.

Romeo held her hand tenderly, it was so soft that he suddenly didn’t want to let go.

Arabella couldn’t pull her hand back, so she simply said, “Let go.”

Romeo held her hand with no sign of letting go, instead he calmly looked ahead, “Let me hold it for a Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

moment.”

What’s with this attitude?

“How well do you know Caden?” Romeo suddenly asked.

Carl, the driver, hadn’t expected Mr. McMillian’s relationship with Miss Arabella to progress this quickly.

He was so excited his hands were trembling on the wheel.

If only there were some bumpy spots on the road tonight, like last time, so Miss Arabella could end up

in Mr. McMillian’s arms.

Arabella casually said, “We’ve interacted a few times.”

That brat didn’t believe in her medical skills at first, but after she schooled him a few times, he wisely

gave in.

“Do you prefer those who studied medicine or those who didn’t?”

Arabella thought: What?

Carl thought: Whoa….

Mr. McMillian, you said you weren’t jealous, so why would you ask that?

“What are you talking about?” Arabella didn’t get his point, but seeing the concern in his eyes, she

quickly understood, “Isn’t someone who studied. medicine better than someone who didn’t? We can

exchange ideas and learn from each other in our free time.”

Romeo instinctively squeezed her hand, sounding a bit jealous, “You guys talk about medicine all the

time? Doesn’t it get tiring?”

“No way, we’re discussing topics we’re interested in. And through our exchange, we both make

progress.”

Seeing Arabella raise an eyebrow, Romeo couldn’t help but crack a small smile, he knew Arabella was

teasing him.

He knew she was doing it on purpose, but in his heart, it felt like knocking over a bottle of syrup,

sweetness spreading everywhere.

“Mr. McMillian, we’re almost at La Belle Vie!” Carl announced while driving, then he couldn’t help but

glance in the rear–view mirror, “Miss Arabella, this is Mr. McMillian’s favorite restaurant. He’s never

brought any girl here before!”

Arabella was intrigued hearing this, “So he’s taken girls to places he doesn’t like?”

“No, no, no, that’s not what I meant.”

Before Carl’s car came to a halt, the restaurant manager spotted them.

In the blink of an eye, the manager rushed out to greet them.

“Mr. McMillian, long time no see… who might this be…