Arabella Vanderbilt moved her lips, still half-asleep, not wanting to speak, only blinking her eyes.
"If you're not fully awake, just keep sleeping."
The tone, from last night to nearly ten hours on the plane today and now, remains as stiff as ever.
Although Arabella Vanderbilt once wanted to give him a way out, so the man wouldn't be so tense all the time, exhausting himself.
But it seems the result didn't change anything.
The man is still tense, yet even so, he still took care of her meticulously, without a single flaw.
Leaving her utterly without recourse.
Joel Russo looked at the woman lying on the couch, her sleepy, hazy appearance, and couldn't help but reach out to stroke her smooth cheek.
No one else can see her in this soft, delicate state.
Arabella gently turned sideways, reached out to climb onto Joel's shoulder, buried her face into his chest, sighed softly, and snuggled in his arms.
