Arabella Vanderbilt slept soundly, but when Joel Russo picked her up, she still woke up.
A flash of vigilance crossed her mind, but when she saw Joel Russo, her nerves relaxed again.
"Are you done with your work?"
"Mmm."
Joel Russo answered in a faint voice, looking down at Arabella Vanderbilt's sleepily blurred pale cheeks, her long lashes fluttering lightly, that transition from guarded to relaxed made his heart stir slightly.
He couldn't help but bend down and peck her on the lips.
"You continue to sleep."
"...Mmm."
Arabella Vanderbilt hummed softly with her nose, raised her arms, and took the initiative to wrap them around Joel Russo's neck, burying her face into his neck.
The warm breath on his skin felt like feathers, the faint scent, the posture of a petite woman, soft and warm in his embrace, filled Joel Russo's heart with satisfaction.
Vincent's car was waiting downstairs; seeing his boss carrying a woman out of the building, he still felt a slight surprise.
