At the crossroads, she caught the red light.
The car slowly came to a stop, and Arabella Vanderbilt's gaze was fixed straight ahead, watching the cars opposite her turn to the right. With each car that passed, she would look up to check the remaining time on the red light.
Joel Russo was also looking forward, his eyes deep like abysses, devoid of any discernible emotion.
It was a while before Arabella's soft voice slowly emerged.
"Joel Russo, I can't... I can't give my full trust unconditionally to anyone right now. You are wonderful, but the nicer you are to me, the more afraid I become..."
Joel's eyes narrowed slightly, his voice aristocratic and indifferent, "Afraid of what?"
Arabella withdrew her gaze and turned to look at the man's handsome profile, marked by aloofness and sharpness.
