"I really should start cooking..."
Arabella Vanderbilt reached out to push Joel Russo away, but her hand was caught by him instead.
The palm was scorching, piercing the heart.
Arabella's eyes trembled gently, but she dared not look into Joel's eyes again.
Joel, however, wrapped his arm around her and took a step back, directly lifting Arabella off her feet.
"You... performed well just now," Joel's voice rose deep and slow, bewitching one's heart in their ears.
Arabella turned her head to look at the seafood that had already been prepared not far away and said, "Do you really want me to cook or not?"
"Go ahead."
Those two words sounded both accommodating and helpless.
Arabella moved her lips, her features slightly contorting for a moment, she pursed her lips and looked at Joel for a long while, then kissed his proud chin with her hand pulling at his.
"You go out first, I'll call you when it's ready."
"Hmm."
