Arabella Vanderbilt's cheeks were red as she propped herself up on the soft bed with one hand and let the other rest on Joel Russo's shoulder, not yet retracted.
"But..." Arabella began with an embarrassed look on her face.
"What's wrong?" The handsome face was just inches away, and though it wore a harmless, gentle expression, it emitted a strong allure and a deadly charm, pressing close to her face.
With her cheeks flushed, Arabella whispered softly, "This room...it's too shameful for me..."
She still remembered the first time Grandma had brought her here to rest, how she had unilaterally used his bathroom, worn his bathrobe, and, after a small accident, ended up being pressed under him on the bed...
"Why do you feel that way?"
Arabella pursed her lips, saying nothing.
It was better not to bring up such embarrassing matters.
"What if I sleep here, then? What about you?"
Joel raised an eyebrow. However, before he could speak, there came the sound of a "click."
