Joel Russo stood there with his hands in the pockets of his suit trousers, his posture upright. His cool gaze rested on Arabella Vanderbilt's face, still showing traces of sleepiness and languor.
Arabella thought it would not do to just talk through the door.
Since he had come, inviting him in to sit down was the proper thing to do.
She subconsciously opened the door wider.
Joel's eyes deepened, and the chill between his brows grew more intense.
Arabella was utterly confused and at a loss.
He had come all the way here just to glare at her for no reason?
Joel's lack of response made Arabella shift her gaze to Vincent, who stood off to the side.
It all happened in an instant.
Vincent also sensed that something was amiss. Seeing her lips move, he quickly stepped forward, lifting the two large bags he was carrying.
"Miss Vanderbilt, we are here to…"
