What met her gaze was a beautifully attractive hand.
It was within reach.
She could even feel the warm touch of that hand on her face.
She suddenly drew in a breath of cold air and tilted her head back.
At the same time, she lifted her gaze and met the man's deep, black eyes that gleamed like a pool.
In her clear, beautiful eyes, vigilance and guard were fully displayed.
Joel Russo withdrew his hand indifferently, his expression silent.
"Awake?"
"You... why are you here?"
Joel Russo did not speak, and his smiling eyes gently rested below her chin...
His gaze was as gentlemanly as could be, but Arabella Vanderbilt could always spot another, more subtle expression hidden in his demeanor.
She looked down and saw her own shoulder and a patch of skin on her chest exposed.
A blush of shyness and panic swiftly painted her pretty face, and she quickly lifted the blanket to cover herself.
She suddenly sat up.
