Deserving of something better?
She couldn't even obtain Oliver Timmerman, let alone the best—how could she ever possess it?
Although she knew that these words were mostly intended to comfort, Arabella Vanderbilt's heart still quivered.
Almost instantly, a face imprinted itself in her mind.
The deep kiss by the lakeside from last night echoed, and her lips seemed to tingle with lingering heat, as the man's breath sprayed on her cheek like a warm breeze, scorching her skin.
Arabella Vanderbilt's eyelashes trembled gently, and she slightly retracted her jaw to hide the faint blush on her face.
Dominic Vanderbilt caught a glimpse of the girl's unnatural shyness and curved his eyes slightly.
"Girl, is there someone you like..."
Before he could finish, the curtains in the room were abruptly lifted with a "whoosh," and Juliana Vanderbilt appeared at the door, supporting Rosy Roberts. Both their gazes went straight to the bedside.
"Grandpa, you look in great spirits today!"
