"Anyway, they're bound to be together sooner or later. One's a blockhead, the other's reserved and conservative. Their progress is too slow, so of course, I couldn't just stand by and watch!"
Clearly, twisted logic.
That "of course" couldn't stand on its own feet.
"Alright then, Old Madam, it's time for our afternoon rest."
"Hmm. Leila, how long do you think we should wait before opening the door again? Is one hour enough? Seems a bit short, maybe two hours?"
Leila sighed helplessly, "Old Madam, oh..."
"Forget it, forget it, let's just open the door three hours later."
Leila, the housekeeper: "..."
Both experienced in these matters, if the two really... Three hours, then she might have to instruct the kitchen to prepare a more nourishing dinner tonight.
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Two hours later, Arabella Vanderbilt woke up in Joel Russo's arms.
Without opening her eyes, her nose was already filled with his familiar cool scent.
