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Chapter 1737

Chapter 1737

The thing was, the head honcho of the hotel had been practically drooling to ink a deal with Romeo.

But after this security failure, that possibility was sinking fast. And to top it off, they might even need to

make amends personally.

The hotel manager knew better not to speak further, mindful not to provoke more criticism. Exiting, he

hurried off to devise damage control plans and compensation strategies with the other executives.

"How's your hand?" Arabella asked once the room was theirs. "Did it hurt?"

Romeo played it cool, "Nope, nothing."

"I saw it when you were handling the water earlier. Where are you hurt? Show me." Arabella retrieved

her backpack, which was packed with all sorts of first-aid supplies.

"You are quite the medic, aren't you? Can't get anything past you." Romeo pushed up his sleeve to

expose a crudely bandaged forearm.

"That's some rough wrapping," Arabella teased. "Couldn’t put in a little more effort?"

Romeo had used some powder the manager had given him to stop the bleeding, then carelessly

bandaged his arm, hoping Arabella wouldn’t notice in case of a sudden return. But she had.

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support the author and the translation team!. Unwrapping his hastily done bondage, Arabella spotted

that it was a knife wound—thankfully, it was a shallow flesh wound.

"Were there many? Any tough ones?" she probed as she started her treatment.

Someone of Romeo’s caliber wasn’t easy to injure.

"Just hired guns. They had numbers on their side."

"They were after me?" Arabella inferred.

"Mmm." Romeo's gaze lingered on her, wondering what enemies she had made recently.

When the intruders had slipped in under the cover of darkness, they likely hadn't expected to find

Romeo there. They had hesitated at first, as if they looked to avoid an extra fight.

But Romeo wasn't about to let them off the hook. After a scuffle, they were badly injured.

He purposely allowed their escape, with his people to tail them. He intended to track them, revealing

who they were, and who had sent them.

"We’ll get to the bottom of this soon," Romeo hinted, then moved in closer unexpectedly.

Arabella mistook it for an attempt at a kiss and focused on her work instead, pulling back slightly.

"Knock it off."

"Why do you smell like blood? And why are you wearing Horace's jacket?" Romeo asked, sniffing

closer. Indeed, there was a scent of blood.

"It's chilly out, so I’ve borrowed his jacket," Arabella maintained her composure as she concluded her

task and stood up. "All done. Get some rest. I'm going to contact my people to arrange our trip back."

"You're injured?" Romeo instantly stepped in front of her. "Let me have a look."

"I'm fine."

"I noticed when you were applying the medicine. Your left hand isn't as dexterous as the right one. Is

your left injured?" Romeo's tone was filled with worries.

Arabella tried to downplay it, but Romeo wouldn’t have it and insisted on seeing for himself.

Finally, he slipped off her jacket and discovered her left arm was also wrapped in a makeshift bandage,

even more slipshod than his.

Her clothes were drenched in blood that had clearly been seeping for some time.

"So you are injured."

Her wound was more serious than his.

"Looks like we're even," Arabella remarked earnestly. "You kept secrets, I kept secrets."

"Even? Nonsense, girl. I'm not here to score points. What were you up to tonight? You weren't the one

hunting those guys, were you?"

He recalled a phone call with Derrick, where he’d heard that his girl had gotten the upper hand and was

tailgating the assailants' car.