The Princess and the Pauper

Chapter 37

Serena didn’t expect him to reject her, so directly.. Her heart ached, but she clung on to a faint hope. “I

don’t have to go as your fiancee, I could go as a representative of the Collins family… Romeo, can I

please apologize to grandpa?” Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

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She looked at Romeo hopefully, wishing he’d say yes.

But Romeo was icy, his gaze cold.

“Only my fiancee can represent the Collins family.”

His gaze was cold, his voice firm.

“Romeo…Carl?”

Serena couldn’t believe this manservant dared stop her!

Before Arabella returned, this guy had been nothing but respectful to her.

“We don’t want to cause a scene, Carl said, before turning to catch up with Romeo.

Watching Romeo’s retreating figure, Serena shouted, Romeo, believe it or not, I didn’t mean to hurt

grandpa… I really didn’t!”

Carl thought, Did Miss Serena think Romeo’s coldness was because of what happened to Phillip?

It’s clear to everyone, Romeo didn’t care about her! But Miss Arabella…Romeo seemed different with

her.”

In the living room, Louisa looked at a pile of gifts. “Arabella, these are gifts from Romeo…”

“You guys handle it.”

Arabella went upstairs. She hadn’t expected to gain a fiance in the process of meeting her family,

things were more complicated than she’d thought. “Romeo…”

In the garden, Serena watched Romeo walk away and started to quietly sob.

Martha comforted her, “Miss Serena, he’s already gone…”

Martha, what should I do…” Serena cried. “Romeo treats Arabella differently.”

“The game’s just begun. No one knows who will come out on top.” Martha patted her back, trying to be

rational. “Arabella may be pretty, but she grew up poor. She might not be able to keep Romeo’s

interest.”

Serena’s tears welled up, suddenly feeling there might be some truth to Martha’s words.

“I think, in a few days, Romeo will realize you’re the one who’s best suited to be his fiancee!“:

After all, Serena had been learning all sorts of skills since she was a kid. She’s a typical lady, while

Arabella was just a village girl.

The McMillian family was top–tier, they only mingled with people of culture. They wouldn’t choose

someone with only surface beauty! Comforted by Martha, Serena felt a bit better.

Arabella had just returned to her room when her phone started buzzing.

It was a familiar number, the person had already called her once today.

She picked up, hearing the familiar deep voice from the other end.

“Arabella. Romeo’s voice was deep and magnetic. “I’m home.”

Arabella asked automatically, “What’s up?”

This question amused Romeo. Did she not realize he was reporting his whereabouts to her?