Arabella Vanderbilt's faint smile fell entirely in Oliver Timmerman's eyes, and he didn't know whether the man in the car was the same one he saw yesterday, but such an act of honking from afar seemed in every way like flirting.
Flirting...
He had never imagined that one day these two implicitly ambiguous words would apply to Arabella Vanderbilt, who had always been pure and strong in front of him.
Arabella Vanderbilt's gaze lingered for a moment before she took her hand from her neck, unapologetically revealing that ambiguous mark.
"Don't you know what it is? Pretending to be innocent has gone too far."
Her non-denial secretly delighted Juliana Vanderbilt, and she stole a glance at Oliver Timmerman. His brows were furrowed, his expression unreadable.
"Sis, so you really..."
"Really what?" Arabella coldly interrupted her, with a chilling gaze.
Juliana bit her lip tightly and clung to Oliver Timmerman's arm a bit more,"I just don't want you to do something foolish..."
