"I want you!"
The deep and concise words rang out again.
Though spoken softly, they assertively and dominantly pressed against her heart.
Arabella Vanderbilt's heart trembled violently.
She withdrew her hand and sat up straight again.
Looking at the steadily thickening curtain of rain outside the car window, it took her great effort to calm her wildly throbbing heart to its normal rhythm.
The carriage was quiet, the rain outside merging together, flowing turbulently down the window, like a curtain of rain, gradually blurring the view outside.
After a long time, Arabella Vanderbilt finally spoke softly:
"You're right, I should start over. Congratulations, you've become the... first man in my new life?"
Joel Russo frowned.
"Put it another way. Not the first man, the only one."
Arabella Vanderbilt clenched her hands in front of her.
She pondered for a while, thinking of his words just now, her heart couldn't help but skip a beat.
"Joel Russo... I can't trust you."
