Chapter 52 – Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family

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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.” Mirabella 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.

Mirabella 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.

Mirabella’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 Mirabella 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.

Mirabella 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.

The sound of the shower echoed from the bathroom, a tall figure reflected on the glass door.

Mirabella was none the wiser, engrossed in her phone dealing with private matters. Only when she heard the bathroom door open did she look up. Romeo, all wet–haired and clad in a white robe, gave off a strong masculine vibe.

Just then, her phone rang. It was an unusually long number, not like the typical mobile number. She shifted her attention back to her phone, answering it calmly, “Spill it.”

Whatever the person on the other end said, Mirabella moved to the balcony, responding with a nonchalant “So?”

Before long, she felt arms wrap around her from behind. Romeo’s breath lightly caressed her ear, making her a bit jittery.

He nuzzled her ear affectionately, like a clingy cat. Mirabella could feel his body heat. She told the person on the phone, “Gotcha, I’m hanging up now.” “Was that a dude?” Romeo caught a hint of a male voice on the other end, which ruffled his feathers.

She’d just been checking him out when he came out of the shower. But as soon as the phone rang, she didn’t even give him a second glance, just went straight to the balcony.

“Just a friend.” Mirabella didn’t know why she felt the need to explain. Her voice hinted at resignation, “Let go.”

“What kind of friend?” Romeo dipped his head, inhaling the scent on her neck, which was seductive to him.

“Just a regular friend or a special friend?” His voice was soft and tender, his actions unchanging.

“Not just a regular friend.” Mirabella said.

After all, they had been through life and death together, their bond was pretty deep.

“So, he’s pretty important?” His dissatisfaction was evident as he gazed at her pretty profile, “More important than me?”

“Romeo.” Mirabella tried to wriggle out of his grip, but he held her tight. She sounded helpless, “We’ve only known each other for a few days, haven’t we?” “To me, it feels like we’ve known each other for years.” Romeo said.

His masculine aura combined with his tender voice towards her made him all the more charming, almost overwhelming her.

“I’m thirsty.” Mirabella pushed him away, went inside to pour a glass of water, her face inexplicably flushed.

“Where am I sleeping tonight?” Romeo followed her in, his lust not yet extinguished, but rather more fired up.

“Bed or floor, take your pick.” Mirabella said.

“Bed.” Romeo looked at her, proposing, “So, we sleep together?”

“In your dreams!” Mirabella put down her glass. Noticing there was only one pillow and a small blanket on the bed, and no couch in the spacious room, she finally caught on.

“Then I’ll take the floor.” Romeo plopped down, leaving the only blanket and pillow to her, “I’m not sleepy, you go ahead.”

The antique lantern casting a Zen–like glow went out, plunging the bedroom into darkness.

Mirabella lay down under the blanket, his soft breaths still audible to her.

Romeo sat by the bed, gently stroking her hair, “Goodnight.”

He held her hand as she drifted off to sleep.

Next morning, the sound of someone in the bathroom woke Mirabella up. Daylight was streaming in through the curtains, creating a slightly dreamy ambiance. Soon, the sounds in the bathroom ceased, and a figure emerged, “You awake?”

She was sitting on the bed, her silky hair cascading down her shoulders, looking dazed and adorable. This scene had him smile affectionately.

“Why didn’t you sleep in?” He was still in his white robe from the night before, looking so gentle. The merging of his inherent elegance and aloofness made him even more enchanting.

Seeing him approach, Mirabella hopped off the bed, casually saying, “I’ve got work in a bit.”

She had barely taken a step when her foot hit something. It was the men’s sleepwear from last night, rolled up by Romeo as a makeshift pillow. Did he really spend the night on the hard floor?

Mirabella felt a cocktail of emotions, not sure if it was guilt or unease.

At the breakfast table.

Phillip watched the two early birds, thinking they were perfect for each other. He cheerfully asked, “Why didn’t you sleep in?”

“The floor’s too hard, couldn’t sleep.” Romeo replied.

Phillip and the butler were taken aback. They thought last night was a great opportunity to bring the two closer. But Romeo chose to sleep on the floor.

“Why didn’t you sleep in the bed?” Phillip asked, puzzled.

“He let me have the bed.” Mirabella answered. Then she asked, “Was the door fixed this morning?”

Phillip felt a bit guilty as he replied, “Yes.” In fact, he had someone unlock it with a key at dawn, and he didn’t know if Mirabella had figured it out.

“Oh, I didn’t hear anything.” She said, settling down to a casual breakfast, not asking further.

Phillip asked with concern, “Bella, did the blackout scare you last night? I have no idea why the power supply malfunctioned. I can guarantee this won’t happen again the next time you come.”

“It’s okay.” She replied. She’d figured out his plan long ago but didn’t expose him.

Phillip looked at the understanding girl, then at Romeo, feeling a bit annoyed.

After breakfast, Romeo escorted Mirabella to work.

The butler watched them leave, then quietly took out a lady’s backpack, “Mr. Phillip, the young lady forgot her bag.”

He could’ve reminded them, but he chose to keep quiet so Romeo would have an excuse to see Mirabella again. He only mentioned it after they left. “Excellent!” Phillip was pleased that the butler was so astute, “Have Romeo deliver it to her, another chance to meet.”

The butler chuckled, “You’ve really gone all out for the his marriage.”

“You too, huh.” Phillip watched them leave, “After last night, I’m not sure if Bella even wants to see me. Do you think she’ll figure out I’m up to something?” “Last night was probably just a coincidence. The girl’s innocent, and she probably won’t suspect a thing.” Brodie said.

“I sure hope so!” Phillip thought to himself. If his beloved Mirabella stopped visiting, he’d have to play sick. Man, the things he’d do to set his grandson up with her!

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