"Do you know how a bandit's woman comes to be?"
Joel Russo raised his other hand to lean against the cabinet behind her, slightly tightening the grip of the hand that was around her waist.
He avoided her wound but encompassed her in his territory with the most possessive posture.
"A bandit's woman is mostly taken by force, and they all have a title, collectively called… the Lady of Stronghold."
Arabella Vanderbilt tensed up.
She had always thought this placid and undisturbed man was clever and sagacious.
And such people are best at boiling a frog in warm water.
Joel Russo was definitely that!
But from the beginning, she had keenly perceived that Joel Russo had a way of going straight for the heart that was effortless.
And such a man, once he becomes overbearing and forceful, is simply unbearable for anyone.
For her, he was too forceful.
Impossible to defend against.
At this moment, Arabella only felt she got what she deserved.
She fell into the pit she dug herself!
