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Chapter 838 Who would've thought that for the sake of Arabella, Romeo would even get the Shadow Council involved? This was definitely true love.
The following morning, Serena was surprised to find two delivery men standing at her front door.
After inquiring, she found out that Clark and Romeo had purchased a bunch of items for Arabella the previous night, amounting to a whopping six large boxes, each one bearing the logo of a well-known boutique.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSerena was familiar with the prices at this boutique. Even a simple hairpin could cost several dozen dollars, due to its unique design and girly charm. It was no surprise that many of her friends liked to shop there.
While it was natural for Romeo, Arabella’s fiancé, to occasionally shower her with small gifts, Serena couldn't comprehend why Clark would buy Arabella so many items.
This amount, coupled with the eighteen gifts Clark had given Arabella when he last came home, exceeded the number of presents Serena had received from Clark over the years.
Feeling a surge of resentment, Serena headed to the dining area, where she saw Clark fussing over Arabella. Her feelings of jealousy intensified.
"Serena, you are awake. Here, have some milk; Clark said, pouring a glass of milk for her as he saw her enter the room, his face beaming with a smile.
“Clark, | don't feel like having milk today; Serena responded, sitting down with a dejected expression.
"Do you want a sandwich? Maybe with some grated cheese like old times?" "No, Clark, I'd rather have some porridge." Sensing Serena's gloom, Arabella looked up from her meal. In her eyes, Arabella saw hostility.
"What's wrong? Didn't you sleep well?" Clark asked, serving Serena a bowl of oatmeal, and placing it in front of her. "Who upset you?" Serena remained silent, eating her oatmeal.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Girls can be so hard to figure out;’ Clark said, smiling as he went to serve Arabella another bowl of oatmeal.
"Eat up, Bella." Arabella's phone buzzed in the middle of breakfast. It was a video call invitation from her grandfather.
"Grandpa.
"Good morning, Bella. Are you having breakfast? Why do you always get up so early." On the other side of the video, Bernard, her grandfather, was smiling cheerfully with a pair of reading glasses perched on his nose. "Your grandma and | should be discharged from the hospital tomorrow.
Can you come pick us up?" "Sure; Arabella responded gently. "I will be there to pick you both up tomorrow." "Great, we'll be waiting for you. Let your parents know, but if they're busy, you can come alone." Arabella smiled, "Alright." "Last night, | went through my phone's photo album and finally found some landscape paintings | drew. They were inspired by your works. I've sent them to your WhatsApp. Have a look and feel free to critique." "Okay." "Well, finish your breakfast first. We'll talk later." As Bernard was ending the call, Cornelia said, "Don't keep texting and calling Bella all the time. Let her enjoy her vacation." "| just want to chat with her." "Make sure she checks the pocket money | sent." Bernard then said to the person on the phone, "Bella, your grandma said she sent you some pocket money. Make sure you collect it.
And about the pocket money I transferred to you last night, do you think it's not enough?" "No, Grandpa, | have my own money. It's enough." "That's your money. This is a token of love from your grandma and me. You must accept it. If you don't, it would mean you're being formal with us." Considering Serena was present, Arabella could only respond, “Okay."