Arabella Vanderbilt squinted slightly, watching Joel Russo undress. Her heart skipped a beat, heavy like a drum.
After being together for so long, his words, actions, and the unique noble aura he exuded always effortlessly made her heart race.
She gently bit her lip, propping herself up with one hand while pulling up the strap slipping off her shoulder with the other, wanting to hold her ground today.
The next moment, however, she was pulled back again, her back pressing against the glass behind her. Her hair, freshly styled, was now a bit tousled, looking even messier, with black strands falling on her fair skin and fiery clothes — a visual impact that stirred a certain wickedness within her!
"Joel... Joel Russo..."
"Mm."
With a few buttons of his shirt casually undone, Joel Russo leaned down, pulling Arabella Vanderbilt into his embrace, curving one of her slender and graceful legs...
