A heavy sense of gloom entwined around his chest, and he was contemplating whether to gouge Vincent's eyes out.
Suddenly, Vincent standing outside the door shuddered uncontrollably without any warning.
Arabella Vanderbilt looked at Joel Russo's cold and handsome face, and suddenly, a shallow smile appeared on her lips.
"So, are you emphasizing your sincerity here?"
Joel Russo's dark eyes were fixed on the faint smile on her face, gradually deepening.
He stepped forward, approaching her, his expensive and immaculately tailored suit fitting him perfectly. The presence that he carried with him, regardless of its kind, was exuding utmost charm.
Arabella subconsciously moved to the side, but Joel extended his hand and rested it on the wall behind her on the porch.
His upright figure leaned over toward her, his exquisitely handsome face inching closer, and a sense of innate nobility and overwhelming pressure looming over her.
