Chapter 295 – Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family

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Romeo’s lips gently touched hers. “Like this, have you learned it?”

Mirabella lifted her eyelids and playfully asked, “You’re not even good at it yourself, and you have the nerve to teach me?”

“That’s because I haven’t had the chance to practice. Let’s see if you’ll give me the chance.”

Mirabella: “What do you mean?”

Was he blaming her for not giving him more opportunities to practice kissing?

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, Mirabella 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, Mirabella 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 Mirabella to say. When they arrived at Romeo’s mansion, Mirabella 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 Mirabella’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, Mirabella 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.” Mirabella 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.” Mirabella 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.

Mirabella 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?!

Romeo took Mirabella to the master bathroom on the second floor and gently put her down, saying, “Hang on a sec.”

He turned around and went to the dressing room to get clean clothes and the necessary supplies for her period. After opening the package, he had no clue how to use the sanitary pads properly, so he looked it up online and then helped Mirabella put it on. Mirabella blushed when she saw it. She didn’t expect him to be that thorough, but the thing was, he put it on backwards. wards.

“Did I put it on wrong?” Romeo noticed her reaction..

“Um,” Mirabella murmured, ‘you put it on backward.”

Romeo looked down at the thing in his hand.

“The smaller end goes in the front.”

Got it.

Romeo ripped off the pad and tossed it into the trash bin, then put a new one on, his movements much smoother than before.

“Do you need me to help you change?”

“No need!” Mirabella took the stuff from his hand and, quickly closed the door, her face redder than ever.

After a while, Romeo heard the sound of water running. Mirabella must be trying to wash her dirty clothes after taking a shower.

Romeo walked up and knocked on the door. “Bella, leave the clothes there and don’t touch the cold water.”

Mirabella didn’t think he would notice even that. The blushing Mirabella, who had finally calmed down, turned beet red again.

“I wash it with warm water so it’ll be quick.”

She at least wanted to wash off those stains. Otherwise, Derek would see them when he came to collect the dirty clothes tomorrow.

“No need for you to do the laundry, just listen to me.” Romeo, seeing her not responding, knocked on the door again and said, “Leave them there and I’ll wash them later.”

“There is no need for you to.”

“Be good; come out.”

Seeing that Romeo was still knocking on the door, Mirabella had no choice but to put the clothes aside and open the door, and the next second, she was carried to the bed by Romeo.

Since there were only two men, Derek and Gary, in the house, Romeo guessed that Mirabella was worried that Derek would see these when he came to collect the dirty clothes the next day.

With that in mind, he suddenly felt he had been negligent. He should have called a woman to take care of her. Otherwise, there might be times when Mirabella would feel uncomfortable.

“Just sit for a bit.” Romeo placed the pillow behind her, covered her with the quilt, and brought her a hot water bottle.

The hot water bottle was heated by Romeo while Mirabella was taking a shower, and the temperature was just right at this moment.

“You put it on your lower abdomen to keep warm.”

Seeing her lips turning a bit pale, Romeo spoke softly, “Wait a sec.”

At this time, Derek had gone to rest. Romeo took out the medicine he had prepared in advance and brought it to Mirabella.

“It’s not hot; just right to drink.”

Mirabella saw his meticulous care and knew without thinking that he must have prepared in advance.

“Is it too bitter?” Romeo saw her take a sip and asked softly.

“Not really.”

“Let me try.” Romeo took a light sip from the cup she had drunk from and asked, “Can you handle it?” Romeo’s voice was full of concern: “If you don’t feel like drinking, then don’t.”

“Alright.”

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