She was so embarrassed that she wanted to hide, but she was in his arms, even under him, with nowhere to hide.
Her eyes darted left and right, and in the end, she resigned herself to fate.
"That spot... it's ticklish..."
Joel Russo's dark eyes flashed, his handsome face lingered with unspoken desire, slowly revealing a smile.
Subtle, yet with an indescribable visual impact.
It was enough to showcase his unique charm, effortlessly bewitching.
"Where is it ticklish?"
The four words, laced with amusement, made Arabella Vanderbilt pause for a few seconds. After all, she was no naïve adult. The underlying implication made Arabella Vanderbilt feel utterly embarrassed once again.
"I meant my neck!" Arabella Vanderbilt's voice involuntarily rose in pitch, obviously afraid he would misunderstand.
Joel Russo chuckled low and huskily, "Why so agitated? Of course, I know it's your neck that itches."
"..." Arabella Vanderbilt bit her lip hard.
Despicable.