The microphone conveyed Joel Russo's deep and cold voice.
Arabella Vanderbilt opened the door to the makeup room, "I'm at the TV station."
"For work?"
"Yes, there's a recording this morning."
Joel Russo was silent for a while on the other end, "And in the afternoon?"
"This afternoon I'm going shopping with Isabella."
"So you're saying that on a rare weekend, you're leaving me to spend it alone?"
Joel Russo's voice had a bit of a cold edge to it, which gave Arabella Vanderbilt a bit of a headache.
Was he angry again?
"I'll come back early in the afternoon and make dinner for you, is that okay?"
Joel Russo, listening to the woman's cautious voice, slightly hooked the corner of his lips.
"Fine, I'll give you this opportunity to make amends."
Arabella Vanderbilt: "..."
"I'll have Vincent send you a card later, I actually forgot about that."
In fact, often the wealthier people are, the less they desire.
