Joel Russo furrowed his brow, "What are you clear about? How can you be clear about something I've only just confirmed myself?!"
"Fine, then you tell me, what do you want to make clear?!"
Arabella Vanderbilt didn't pause for a second, her tone filled with evident impatience and anger.
What is it when a man kisses a woman and afterward says it was unintentional?
Joel Russo suddenly became calm, his gaze lowered for a long while, "Why are you angry?"
"I'm not!" She turned her head aside, Arabella's voice stiff.
A light laugh suddenly filled the air, "You are angry. Such an unlovable woman."
Arabella's brows lightly knitted as she turned to look at him, "Then Mr. Russo must be disappointed, since..."
Suddenly, a force pressed down on her forehead, and Arabella's words came to an abrupt halt.
Joel Russo's forehead had met hers, his warm breath fanning across her face, causing another tightness in Arabella's heart.
