Juliana Vanderbilt held her face, her eyes bright red and tears of grievance swirling in her eyes.
Finally, the glimmer of tears rolled twice and fell from her eyes at just the right moment!
Truly a born actress!
"Why did I hit you? You don't know why?"
Arabella Vanderbilt nodded coldly and continued to speak:
"Fine, you can keep playing dumb! But I'll answer your question. Why? Because I can't stand the sight of you!"
After Arabella finished speaking, she raised her hand to deliver another slap but someone grabbed her wrist!
"Arabella!"
Oliver Timmerman, having come down from the passenger seat at some point, walked up and grabbed Arabella's hand, looking at her with angry, accusing eyes and growled lowly.
"Juliana didn't do it on purpose just now!"
Arabella glanced at him with an indifferent look, devoid of any warmth.
"She didn't do it on purpose?" Arabella's face was expressionless and her gaze icy cold.
