Arabella Vanderbilt's cheeks turned crimson in an instant.
She leaned against Joel Russo's shoulder, subtly creating some distance between them, "Stop it. Are you really not eating anymore?"
"How about eating something else?"
As he spoke, Joel leaned in and kissed her chin.
Arabella's body stiffened for a moment, and she turned her head aside, pushing the man away.
"Stop joking around. If you don't want to eat, then leave it. Don't you still have work to do?"
Joel Russo sighed lightly, turned his head to glance at the leftover food on the coffee table, and finally picked up his chopsticks again.
The food was actually a bit cold by now, but the man still ate it with ease.
Arabella turned to watch his movements, reaching out to hold the hand that was holding the chopsticks, "If you don't want to eat, then don't. It's cold."
