My Quick-witted Baby (Arabella and Kenneth)

Chapter 470

Standing in the corridor, Arabella looked around but failed to find him.

At this time, the rain fell suddenly.

Where had he gone?

Arabella stamped her feet in anger.

Suddenly a figure appeared ahead. Arabella raised her eyes. It was Kenneth running in the rain. He

was wearing a black shirt and black trousers handmade, not the expensive clothes. The cloth was very

soft. His shirt wasn't tied into the trousers but drooped casually, which made him a little more

handsome and youthful.

Arabella stood gracefully on the steps, watching him run to her. "Mrs. Lucero, are you looking for me?"

Arabella was still angry and didn't want to talk to him. But he was wet all over like a drowned rat, which

softened her heart. "Where have you been?"

At this time, Arabella saw his hand behind his back. He seemed to be hiding something. She was a

little curious, "What is in your hand? It's for me?"

As she said that, she spread her hand. "Give it to me quickly. Let me see. Then I'll decide whether to

forgive you."

Kenneth handed it to her. "Mrs. Lucero, here you are."

In his hand was a huge bouquet of red roses. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

These blooming red roses were very beautiful, with dewdrops on the petals, smelling good.

Arabella's eyes lit up, and she quickly took the roses and hugged them in her arms. She began to

count, one, two, three... eleven.

Exactly eleven roses.

Eleven red roses meant that he wanted to be with her for a lifetime.

Arabella secretly smiled, lowered her head, and smelled the red roses. The joy almost spilled out of his

heart. This was the first time he gave her roses.

Kenneth looked at Arabella. "Do you like them?"

Arabella nodded. "Yes, I do. For the roses' sake, I forgive you."

Kenneth smiled and went up to kiss her forehead.

But before his lips fell on her forehead, a heart-piercing scream came, "Ah, where are my roses? Who

stole my roses?"

Kenneth stopped, and Arabella looked up at him. "You?"

"Maybe... it's me who stole her roses."

The comer beat her breast and was about to cry. "I transplanted the rose-tree, called "queen of flower".

It's very expensive. Today, its flowers are just blooming. There are eleven flowers in all. All the flowers

are stolen. That is so cruel!"

Arabella looked at the roses in her hand and then looked up at Kenneth.

A rare embarrassment appeared in Kenneth's face. "What should we do?"

Arabella thought to herself, "What else to do? Escape is our only choice!"

Arabella grabbed his hand and ran away with him.

The rain had stopped, and the air in this countryside grew extraordinarily fresh. Till they ran to the

golden beach, they stopped, panting. "Mr. Lucero, thank you for the flowers. This is too exciting. Now

we both have experience as thieves."

It was also the first time Kenneth had such an embarrassing experience -- being a thief. Except for his

dark past, he was a role model for everyone. He was born into a wealthy family and was a business

prodigy. He had never been so embarrassed.

His chest heaved as he turned to look at Arabella who was holding the roses and smiling at him. She

was more beautiful than the roses.