The Princess and the Paupers Novel Full Episode
Chapter 1304

Chapter 1304

The hospital room was quiet except for Arabella and Gordon, the only two remaining in the soft hum of

the sterile space.

Gordon stole a glance at the girl's striking profile, his heart hammering in his chest. He quickly averted

his gaze, his voice laced with nervousness, "Ms. Bella, I'm here if you need anything. You can rest after

you're done with the report"

“I'm not tired."

"Should I get you a glass of water?"

"I'm not thirsty.” Arabella flipped to the third page of the report, her eyelids never lifting.

“Maybe I can have some food brought in."

"No need.” Arabella’s voice was drawling, “Gordon, if you're really that bored, just play some games on

your phone, but keep it down, will you?"

Gordon's cheeks flushed a shade of red as he nodded and complied.

He wondered how the situation was faring on Mr. Griffith's end.

Unable to resist, he took another peek at Arabella. Even in the dim light, her beauty was captivating.

Time seemed to slow until Arabella eventually drifted off to sleep. Gordon fetched a spare blanket,

intending to cover her gently, but even the slightest rustle reached Arabella's ears, prompting her to

instinctively lash out in self-defense.

"Ms. Bella, it's chilly. I didn't want you to catch cold." Gordon stammered, after receiving an unintended

slap.

Upon seeing the blanket in his hands, Arabella murmured an apology.

So close to her, Gordon could see the porcelain smoothness of her skin and her long lashes. His

heartbeat was thunderous, and realizing his own awkwardness, he quickly said, "It's alright, I'll wait

outside"

After handing her the blanket, he hurried onto the balcony.

The next morning dawned.

Arabella was awakened by the sound of a phone call. As she lifted her gaze, she realized she had

fallen asleep at some point, now wrapped in a soft, fuzzy blanket.

Looking towards the balcony, she saw the person there had finished their call and instinctively glanced

her way.

Their eyes met briefly before Gordon quickly looked away.

He opened the balcony door, and the brisk, snowy air rushed in.

"Ms. Bella, you're up. Mr. Griffith said Mrs. Griffith made it home safely. There's no need to stay at the

hospital.

Shall I take you back?"

"My aunt's back?” Arabella rose from her seat, “Alright, I'll go see her."

Her aunt had been staying with the enemy for so long. Arabella worried about her aunt's wellbeing and

the severity of any possible injuries.

After checking on the elderly patient in the bed and finding nothing amiss, Arabella prepared to leave.

Passing by Gordon, she could feel the chill emanating from him. She glanced up, “Did you stay out on

the balcony all night?"

“Ah-choo!" Gordon, caught off quard that Arabella noticed such a small detail, explained, "It's not

proper for a man and a woman to stay in the same room. I didn't want Mr. McMillian to get the wrong

idea."

Arabella nodded, "Well, make sure to take some cold medicine when you get back."

“Will do."

Gordon snuck another glance at her retreating figure, though in truth, it was because being alone with

her made his heart race too fiercely. He needed to step outside to calm his nerves.

Half an hour later.

As Arabella returned to the manor, Bard was just coming downstairs.

“Bella, you had a rough night. Your aunt is back safe and sound, and she's already resting. You should

get some sleep too,” he said with concern.