The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 2067

Fresh from her shower, Arabella's scent was a breath of spring, her soft cheeks begging for another

kiss.

"Don't mind his ramblings," Arabella said with a light chuckle. "It's not as bad as he makes it out to be."

"I know you're hurting," Romeo murmured, holding her close. "How are you feeling now? Any

dizziness? Any pain?"

"It's all gone."

"Murphy's girl, the one you mentioned, is locked up at the station."

"Mhm." Arabella glanced at him. "There are some clothes for you in the walk-in. Go take a shower, get

some rest."

"I'm not tired," Romeo whispered, caressing her face.

"You still need to rest." Arabella led him to the walk-in wardrobe, where she kept a cabinet full of

clothes she had sewn for him when she had spare time, using nothing but fabric and a small sewing

machine.

She handed him a set of cozy loungewear.

Romeo was touched and surprised to find she had secretly made so many garments for him. "Can I

take all of these with me when I leave later?"

"Some aren't finished yet," Arabella replied with a soft smile. "But you can take the completed ones."

Romeo leaned down, pressing his lips to hers, lingering as if he couldn't get enough. These clothes

were proof of her affection for him.

"Go on, take a hot shower," she urged.

After his shower, Arabella had breakfast ready. They ate together before she let him rest in the

adjacent room.

"Stay with me for a bit," Romeo said, pulling her into bed and drawing the covers over them. "I sleep

better with you by my side."

Wrapped in his embrace, Arabella was surrounded by his presence.

Slowly, Romeo drifted off to sleep.

In front of Arabella, he shed his armor of indifference, as docile as a child.

Arabella noticed his long eyelashes, his flawless skin—so delicate and clean.

Now, he seemed his age—lacking the maturity he projected to the outside world, exuding the youthful

vitality and tenderness of a boy.

Seeing his breathing even out, Arabella gently removed his hand, intending to leave the bed. But as

she sat up, Romeo instinctively clutched at her clothing, half-awake and peering at her with bleary

eyes.

"I'm just going to the bathroom," Arabella lied smoothly.

Romeo sat up, ready to accompany her.

"No need, you keep sleeping. I'll be right back."

Returning to the bedside, intending to coax him back to sleep, Arabella was met with his drowsy eyes.

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Before she could explain, Romeo's arms were around her, his scent enveloping her once again.

This time, to ensure Romeo could sleep peacefully, Arabella stayed still.