The man's strong and imperturbable aura gradually approached, Arabella Vanderbilt bit her lip tightly, turning around to avoid him...
Suddenly, her wrist tightened, and next, the man leveraged his tall and erect stature to lift her hand high, with a twist, pressing her against the floor-to-ceiling window.
The floor-to-ceiling window was at a constant temperature, and Arabella's exposed back leaned against it, without feeling too cold, but the aura the man emitted made her a bit at a loss.
Especially his eyes, dark and deep, gazing at her with possessiveness and an aggressive intensity that made Arabella both shy and anxious.
"Why is it you?"
"Who do you think it would be?"
Joel Russo spoke indifferently, his hoarse voice carrying a smoky allure that made Arabella's scalp tingle.
"It was supposed to be mom..."
