She also knew a man's inherent self-esteem and pride.
Her offhand remark just now had clearly caught his attention.
With a silent sigh in her heart, she moved closer and took the initiative to kiss Joel Russo on the lips.
The intent to please was very obvious.
Joel Russo looked down at her, his lips parting slightly, "What are you doing?"
"Aren't you unhappy? I'm trying to cheer you up."
"…" Joel Russo wrapped his arms around her waist, gazing at her deeply.
"When was I unhappy?"
Arabella Vanderbilt raised her eyebrows, looking candidly into his deep, dark eyes, "There's nothing insurmountable in the past. I really did pin all my hopes on Oliver Timmerman once, but that was just a mistake. If I truly cared about him, I wouldn't bring him up so easily—it's because I no longer care that I can mention him without pain…"
Joel Russo felt that there probably wasn't a more effortless relationship in the world than his.
