Arabella Vanderbilt couldn't believe the man in front of her wearing a white shirt and black trousers, looking so noble and elegant.
He seemed so aloof and untouchable, so gentle and refined, yet, unexpectedly, he was also capable of uttering such explicit words.
"Hmm? Speak."
Joel Russo's gaze slid from her eyes to her lips, his finger gradually trailing the beautiful curve of her jawline, coming to rest at her tightly clenched collar.
His eyes darkened slightly before he raised his head to meet her gaze directly, "Or is it that you actually felt something, which is why you rejected my actions just now?"
Arabella felt her breath catch in her throat, "I didn't! How could I possibly feel anything?!"
"Is that so?" Joel Russo's lips curved into a smile, his hand at her collar gently enveloping hers in his palm, then he leaned closer, his warm breath softly spreading over her lips.
"No feelings, yet you stared so intently?"
Arabella looked up at him, "You don't believe me?"
