The Princess and the Pauper

Chapter 1924

"Man, I was just scratching the surface with my thoughts. If it wasn't for Ms. Collins's sharp wit, I

would've been led by the nose by Mrs. Beverly Collins," the head of the bodyguard was in awe of

Arabella's smarts.

"Thing is, Beverly's always been a piece of work. You've been with the Collins family for years, have

you ever seen her break a sweat?" Arabella's gaze shifted to the head of the bodyguard standing

before her.

He shook his head. Mrs. Beverly Collins seemed to always carry herself with a grace that was

unflappable, no matter the situation.

"So back there, when the driver dropped a switchblade, her face flickered with panic. It was just too

forced." Arabella mused, "If that driver were really up to no good, she should have been the epitome of

calm, but her poise came a second too late."

"Ms. Collins, you truly show there's always a bigger fish." The head of the bodyguard was thoroughly

impressed, "So this means the truth from all those years ago is about to come to light."

Just then, Arabella's phone vibrated. Glancing at the screen, she announced, "I'm off to pick up

Romeo."

"Romeo's really coming over for dinner?" David seemed surprised. That guy really didn't see himself as

an outsider, "Hey sis, you haven't touched the pastries I brought you."

Quick as a flash, David grabbed one and hurried over, popping it into his sister's mouth. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Arabella chewed on the treat while sipping her coffee, sauntering leisurely towards the front door.

Suddenly, she felt two pairs of eyes drilling into her back. Her instincts told her they were coming from

the floor-to-ceiling windows of the main house.

With a subtle lift of her lips, she continued towards the door, her stride unbroken.

Romeo was already there. Today, he was donned in a sleek black coat that accentuated his tall frame.

His hair was cropped short, giving him a dashing look, his handsome features even more striking.

Upon seeing Arabella, his entire demeanor softened, and a tender smile spread across his face,

warming her like the first days of spring.

The gatekeeper buzzed the door open, and as Romeo stepped through, he wrapped Arabella in a

gentle embrace, his eyes brimming with happiness, "Grandma and grandpa said after we have dinner

here, I should bring you over. They're eager to have a meal with you. I told them you'd be stuffed, but

they insisted you could just join for the fun; they're dying to meet you."

He gazed into her eyes, his voice soft, "I've been hearing about it non-stop these past few days; I

almost can recite every single word they said."

Arabella chuckled, "Is it them who want me over, or is it you?"

"Of course, I want you there too." Romeo affectionately tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, "If

you're there, this year will be the happiest, most fulfilling, and most wonderful New Year I've ever had."

"They would be sad to hear that. Before you came into my life, they were the ones you spent New Year

with."

"Having you with us would make them feel the same way. It would be the happiest, most satisfying, and

most joyous New Year for them too. You're incredibly important to us, and we already see you as part

of the family."

With that, Romeo noticed the coffee in her hand, "What are you drinking? Let me hold that."

He took the latte in one hand and intertwined his fingers with hers in the other, walking towards the

main house.

"Hans said the chef just whipped it up. You should try it."

Romeo took a sip, "It's good."