Until late into the night, Arabella Vanderbilt lay on the bed, her body soft as water.
Joel Russo, even more energized, emerged from the bathroom wearing a bathrobe, looking at Arabella lying softly on the bed, her face still flush with the post-passion glow.
Hints of seduction lingered in her eyes and the warmth and softness were particularly alluring.
Especially knowing her usual cool and strong demeanor, this contrast made him unable to resist her.
Joel Russo felt a wave of satisfaction in his heart, this image of her, only he in this world could see.
He walked to the bedside, gazing at her long hair spread across the bed, resembling a hesitantly blooming cloud, a few strands of her sweat-damp hair sticking to her little face, completely looking like someone tormented harshly.
Joel Russo curved his lips, leaned in to kiss her smooth forehead, then slipped his arms under her shoulders and legs, lifting her from the bed.
"Hmm?"
