"Joel Russo, we're together."
Upon hearing this, Joel's eyes harbored emotions as dense as the ink that refused to dissipate in the inkstone.
Arabella Vanderbilt squinted her starry eyes at him, not missing a single detail of his expression.
His expression was too deep, revealing no clues.
"What's wrong, are you not happy?"
The hand Arabella had on his shirt gradually loosened its grip.
She really couldn't fathom what he was thinking anymore.
Just when she was about to withdraw her hand, it was suddenly caught mid-air.
Then she was pulled outward by a forceful tug.
She was a bit confused at that moment.
"Joel Russo, what are you doing?"
"The civil affairs office."
Arabella's heart skipped a beat!
Could this man be any more direct!
As they passed the doorway, Arabella grabbed onto the door frame.
Joel Russo was forced to stop and turn to look at her.
Arabella couldn't help but laugh and cry, "Who agreed to marry you?"
