"Why?"
"Because only by doing so, can I seem less pitiable. At least in everyone's eyes, I'm not the one who was abandoned..."
Joel Russo's hand suddenly paused, his dark eyes burning as he quietly awaited her next words—
Arabella Vanderbilt lifted her eyelids, looking into Joel Russo's black eyes, and said slowly:
"You are destined to stand at the pinnacle, naturally the center of everyone's attention, your life nearly perfect, while I, can do too little for you, the only thing I can do now is to not let myself become a flaw in your life..."
Joel Russo's pupils suddenly contracted, his chest heaved heavily, and that heartbeat was almost deafening, followed by a tight, intense pain.
The hand cradling her head loosened then tightened again, but the other hand clenched into a fist with great force.
