The Princess and the Pauper (Arabella and Romeo) novel Chapter 969

She was already a vision of ethereal beauty, and the moment she opened her eyes, she looked even more breathtaking.

Clark finally saw a living person, and he exclaimed with excitement and caution, "Carol?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Carol paused, her gaze falling onto Clark, seemingly in disbelief, "Clark?"

"You're finally awake." Clark's voice wavered as he hugged her tightly, "Thank God, you're finally awake."

Thank heavens, his girl was finally awake.

Carol didn't even know how she ended up there, but as she felt the familiar yet long-missed embrace of the man, her eyes instantly welled up with tears. Instinctively, she hugged him back.

"Is this a dream?" Carol closed her eyes, deeply inhaling his scent, "It must be a dream."

She often had dreams like this.

In her dreams, Clark held her just like this, sometimes joyously, sometimes tearfully as he was now.

The only constant was that Clark was not by her side every time she woke up.

The overwhelming void and loss had tormented her time and again.

"It's not a dream." Clark's voice was hoarse as he fought back tears, "Bella brought you back."

Seizing the opportunity, he formally introduced, "Bella is my sister. We were reunited a few months ago. She went to Stardust Lane and told me that your departure might not have been voluntary, so we followed the clues."

"Arabella." Carol seemed to remember something and quickly asked, "Where is she?"

"She got a bit hurt. She's resting upstairs."

"Is her life in danger?"