The Princess and the Pauper

Chapter 287

“Only last night, when I went to pay the utility bills did the property management tell me you’re the

owner of this house. I had no idea you were the one renting it to

Us.”

Arabella always used to say it was a friend’s house and the rent was dirt cheap.

She felt so ashamed.

She lowered her head as she said this, then quickly burst into laughter. “You’ve been helping me non–

stop, pushing me to the top, showing me a whole new world! So, I’ve decided, I’m sticking with you,

learning the ropes!”

Despite her outstanding performance in the contest, many praised her as the new up–and–coming

designer, the next “Maestro Stylish“.

Only she knew that it’s all thanks to Arabella’s help that she could create such stunning designs, win

the championship, boost her fame, and win over so many fans.

The real deal here was Arabella!

Without Arabella, she wouldn’t be where she was now!

“I’m giving you three months,” Arabella said with a smile. “After that, you go back and run your own

company.”

“Three months?”

She had hoped to learn from Arabella for three, five, or even ten years.

“Three months is plenty for you.” Arabella believed she was a bright one: “You’re super smart and full

of ideas; you’re definitely going to shine in the design world.” Molly looked at her, full of gratitude.

“Your salary is all settled, and you have a place to live; I’ll take that key back.”

“Thank you, Ms. Bennett!”

“Call me Arabella when it’s just the two of us.”

All this time, Arabella had treated her as a friend; otherwise, she wouldn’t have helped her so much.

Molly said gratefully and joyfully, “Arabella, I’m so glad I met you!”

Ever since she met Arabella, her life had taken a drastic turn, completely different from before!

After a full–on day.

After work, Romeo took Arabella back to Moon Villa.

The marigolds had been planted, stretching as far as the eye could see.

The pink and white flowers surrounding the lake under the setting sun looked like a fairyland.

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Romeo held Arabella from behind, whispering in her ear, “I have a surprise for you.”

A surprise?

This beautiful sea of flowers was already a surprise for her.

What other surprises could there be?

Romeo covered her eyes with one hand and held her waist with the other, whispering a countdown in

her ear.

Counting down from three to one, he slowly let go.

Arabella looked up to see thousands of butterflies dancing among the flowers.

So many butterflies?

Where did they come from?

Was it magic?

“Do you like it?”

It was something Romeo had prepared in advance; the colorful butterflies flew out of the bag, dancing

in the beautiful sea of flowers like a beautiful painting.

“I love it.” Arabella’s eyes were filled with the beautiful view and happiness; she smiled, “I really love

it.”

“As long as you like it, I can catch them for you to see every day.” Romeo held her even tighter.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t stay for dinner these two days.

Otherwise, he could have prepared another surprise for her and spent more time with her.

Arabella spotted a transparent round glass house among the flowers with a top–notch crystal piano

inside.

She could tell it was a well–known international piano brand, worth thirty million.

“Do you want to hear me play the piano?”

Arabella walked into the glass house and played an improvised, beautiful piano piece for him.

Romeo watched her beautiful face as she played; her exquisite features softened his gaze even more.

Her slender fingers freely switching on the keys–every move, every expression–were incomparably

beautiful,

After the song ended, Romeo leaned over and kissed her, saying, “That was beautiful.

He heard her voice in the song; she was happy at this moment.

Romeo sat down and said, “I’ll play one for you too.”

Arabella was somewhat surprised. He can play the piano too?

Watching his fingers dance nimbly on the keys, even though it was improvised, it sounded no less

professional.

His piano skills surprised Arabella slightly; this familiar feeling reminded her of the well–known piano

prodigy from a few years ago, Mr. Star.

Mr. Star never showed his face when he played; only his hands were shown. They were lean and

good–looking, but one could tell he was a young boy.

On the internet, there were only three videos of Mr. Star’s performances, one released each year.

Arabella remembered every detail and every piano technique clearly.

Unfortunately, he stopped releasing videos a few years ago; his fans waited for years, the hype

gradually faded, and then Melody became the new fan favorite.

It seemed like Mr. Star was slowly being forgotten.

After the song ended, Arabella looked up and asked, “Are you Mr. Star?”

Romeo was somewhat surprised, just from watching him play, this young girl knew who he was.

She was really smart.

“Mr. Star has good–looking hands,” Arabella added.

Romeo smiled and asked, “What about the person himself?”

What kind of question was that?

“It’s fine, being complimented by you, even if it’s just my hands; it makes me happy and satisfied.”

Romeo lowered his head and gently kissed her. “This is a song I composed for you, called ‘Renai

Circulation“.”

Arabella’s eyes softened even more.

Romeo sent the song to her phone, saying, “I recorded this in advance; it’s for you.”

The song was romantic and beautiful, expressing his love for her.

Arabella could hear his voice; he was really saying, I love you,

Romeo saw the sun setting; it was getting dark. He had to take her home.

He heard her brother was back these two days; she had to go home for dinner. Although he was

reluctant, Romeo still respected her decision.

In the car, Romeo gently applied medicine for her, saying, “Be careful when you shower; don’t get it

wet.”

“Okay.”

“You don’t need to change the dressing tonight; I’ll help you change it when I take you to work

tomorrow.”

“Alright.”

Arabella watched his careful manner, feeling a warmth in her heart.

Butler Derek noticed something special about Arabella’s piano–playing skills. She was as good as the

boss, no doubt about it.

Her style was kind of like Melody’s.

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Thinking about how Melody played the piano, then recalling Ms. Bella’s performance just now.

The more Derek thought about it, the more it seemed to add up. Finally, he couldn’t resist asking Carl.

When he found out Ms. Bella was actually the internationally renowned Maestro Melody and

remembered how she saved lives twice before,

Derek was dumbstruck and deeply impressed. Who would have thought that Ms. Bella’s hands could

not only save lives but also create beautiful music?

Most importantly, she was so young and stunningly beautiful. The boss sure hit the jackpot!

Two days later.