Chapter33:

The door creaked open, and Arabella leaped out of bed. She hurried to the corner of the room and crouched down. From inside, she could hear the sounds of commotion, which Francis had warned her about before he left again. Like Blaze and Sandro, he had cautioned her not to venture out of the room. His genuine concern for her well-being was apparent, just like Blaze's. However, she couldn't help but wonder if the attackers intended to do her harm, similar to what they had done to Blaze and the others. She doubted whether Sandro and his men possessed the strength to fend them off. Francis had described these assailants as a powerful enemy. With her face covered, she trembled as the footsteps drew nearer. "Please," she whispered, clearing her throat as her voice barely reached her ears. "Please, don't hurt me." "So, you're the Delicate Rose from the Rosette dynasty?" Arabella's head snapped up, her blue eyes meeting Sandro's sea-green gaze. He narrowed his eyes at her, snarling. She caught