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The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella)

Chapter 1874
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Ophelia's smile widened as she saw her friend, and she pulled up a chair to sit beside her. "Did you change my clothes last night?"

"Who else would have done that?"

"Thanks a bunch!" Ophelia playfully tapped her friend's cheek, her voice bubbling with gratitude. "And you even got that adorable

towel and toothbrush set."

"That was Sean's doing."

At the mention of Arabella's words, Ophelia's hand, which was holding a bite-sized piece of a sandwich, froze in mid-air.

"They are a bit childish." Arabella said with a smile. "Sean thought all girls would like cute patterns."

Ophelia hadn't expected it to be him.

"Crap!" Suddenly, something occurred to Ophelia, and she hurriedly fished out her phone. "I forgot to check in with my folks."

She hadn't been hall night, and her parents must have been worried sick!

"Don't sweat it. I've already called your mom. Calm down." Arabella poured her a glass of milk and set it before her, then began

recounting the events of the previous night.

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"You're always on top of things, Bella. So reliable." Ophelia took a sip of the milk and sighed contentedly. "This milk is so creamy~"

After another bite of her sandwich, she felt curiosity getting the better of her. "But really, what's the deal with those guys from last

night?"

Why were they after her?

Could it be that her enemies from abroad had followed her here?

"It's a long story." Arabella thought about how to keep it short and sweet as she gave an overview of the past events, and then

continued, "So, Erik's guys split into two groups. One broke in to rescue him, and the other went after you, in case the first group

failed. They were planning to use you as a bargaining chip to exchange for their boss."

"So that's it. | thought it was weird they suddenly started tailingand were so persistent." Ophelia chuckled. "For a moment, |

thought my overseas enemies had trackeddown here. So, you're saying you cto my rescue last night??"

"The one who saved you was Sean."

Arabella's revelation caused Ophelia's smile to freeze on her face.

Really him?

How could that be?

"When the first group barged in,and a few of the guys were dealing with them. Then it hitthat you might be in danger, so |

sent Sean to check on you. Sean said when he got there, about a dozen hitmen were shooting at your car, and turning it into swiss

cheese."

Arabella loaded Ophelia's plate with a lavish breakfast spread and continued, "Under such circumstances, you were still sending

cared about my issues with Romeo, but did not mention a word about your own safety."

The night before, Ophelia had not revealed to Arabella how dire her situation had been, as well as how alone and vulnerable she

felt.

She hadn't told Arabella that she feared she might never see her parents again.

Worried that she might die at the hands of those men, she had asked Arabella to visit her parents if she had the chance. After all,

she was their only daughter.

Knowing Arabella's character, she was clear that if Arabella found out her death was due to an assassination, she would stop at

nothing to seek vengeance.

Ophelia didn't want Arabella to take such risks; she only wished for Arabella to live a happy and peaceful life with the one she

loved. That would be enough for her!

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That's why she had been so insistent the night before.

"Sweetheart." Arabella added more to her breakfast. "Next tyou're in trouble, just sendyour location. No matter what, no

matter where you are, I'll find a way to save you."

"lI don't need your saving!"

She would rather face danger herself than have her best friend risk everything.

"Thank goodness Sean got there in time." Otherwise, Arabella would never forgive herself.

The thought of Sean triggered a flood of memories in Ophelia's mind, especially the moment of his confession.

“I'm Sean, | like you, and you damn well better not die.”

What was going on?

Could it be that she misremembered it??

How could Sean possibly like her??

But the memory of last night felt too real.

The words Sean said to her, and the way he scolded those men were all etched in her mind.