Unexpectedly understanding the meaning in Arabella Vanderbilt's eyes, Joel Russo arched an eyebrow and said:
"A bargain is eventually to be had, this little bit now is hardly objectionable."
Arabella was not merely a simple dreamer of love; any man who was top-notch in both family background and appearance could blindly attract her.
After all, she was a woman who was too practical. Over the years, she had met no small number of men and had long passed the age where she was infatuated with youthful crushes.
Especially after what happened with Oliver Timmerman, men, in her heart, all seemed the same.
"How can Mr. Russo be so sure that we will end up together?"
Joel Russo stared at her slightly angry face, a low chuckle escaping from his throat.
"How can I be sure?"
