The Princess and the Pauper

Chapter 92 

“Hang tight for a bit, I’ll go grab you some clothes.” Romeo said.

He quickly left and soon returned, “These outfits were prepped in advance by gramps, Not sure if they’ll

fit.”

Arabella was speechless. Did Phillip foresee that she would stay?

Arabella picked up the clothes and examined them under the dim light. The wardrobe was filled with

sexy camis and lace sheer dresses. Not a single one was appropriate. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Romeo obviously noticed this too and he smiled as he saw the twinkle in the young girl’s eyes.

“I’ll get my own clothes.” Romeo said.

Romeo left again and returned with his own shirts and pajamas for her to choose from. As the pajamas

were too big, Arabella picked up his shirt and chose a relatively conservative bra from the pile of overly

sexy clothes, then grabbed a lamp and prepared to go into the bathroom.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew the bedroom door shut, and Romeo couldn’t open it again.

Philip, you’re too cunning, thinking up this way for them to bond!” Brodie was holding back laughter as

he looked at the tightly shut door, “I bet the young master will call me for a key any minute now.”

Sure enough, Romeo immediately called Brodie.

Suppressing his laughter, Brodie picked up and seriously explained, “Sir, that room was prepared

temporarily for the young lady, and there’s no spare key. Can you stay there for the night?”

“This is outrageous.” Romeo’s cool voice came through the phone. Clearly, he had figured it out.

“What do you mean? Sir, I can’t hear you. My signal is bad, hello? Sir, hello??” Brodie quickly hung up

and turned off his phone.

Romeo looked at the girl before him in the dark, his voice enchanting, “Looks like you’re stuck with me

tonight.”

Phillip sure was crafty!

“Whatever.” Arabella didn’t care. At this point, his grandpa wasn’t going to hand over the key. The door

wasn’t a smart lock, so there’s no hacking its system. Unless they had tools to pick the lock. But if

Phillip thought of this, he definitely wouldn’t leave any tools in the room.

Arabella went into the bathroom with the lamp. Soon, her vague yet seductive silhouette was reflected

on the frosted glass door. The bathroom door had clearly been replaced, and it was much more

transparent than before. Romeo hadn’t expected his grandpa to go to such lengths to help them bond.

The silhouette on the glass was faint but tantalizing. Romeo’s breaths became heavier, and he could

feel himself stirring, instinctively looking away and trying to focus on the view outside. The sound of

water outside and the scent of the bath pulled his gaze back.

Arabella’s shadow was slender and beautiful. Even through the bathroom door, he could imagine her

sultry charm.

Romeo got up and walked over to the window, hoping the breeze could cool his burning desire.

When Arabella finished her bath and came out, she saw his tall figure by the window and casually said,

“I’m done with my bath.”

Romeo turned around, and the desire he had managed to suppress came rushing back. The steam

from the bathroom filled the room, like some mysterious smoke spreading from her.

Arabella was wearing his white shirt, and her face fresh from the bath was even more delicate and

tender. When the corner of her eyes slightly lifted, she was seductive and mesmerizing. The beautiful

collarbone exposed by the wide collar was like a butterfly ready to take flight. And those long, smooth,

slender legs quickened his heartbeat and made his breath hitch.

“I’m going to take a shower.” Romeo picked up the pajamas she chose, stepped into the bathroom. He

feared that if he lingered a moment longer, his emotions would overwhelm his rationality.

Her post–bath scent was still lingering in the air; it seemed like he would have to take a cold shower to

cool off tonight.