Joel Russo's handsome face could turn so gloomy it seemed as if it could drip water.
Travis Miller's words made him furious.
Every single sentence did.
"It's getting late, so I won't stay any longer," Travis Miller said.
Arabella Vanderbilt walked out of the kitchen, just in time to meet Travis Miller heading towards the door.
He nodded at her with a faint smile, his expression seemingly nonchalant, yet impenetrable as to what he was actually thinking.
Having seen Travis Miller off, Arabella Vanderbilt approached the living room, where Joel Russo's complexion was yet to relax.
"What's wrong?"
Arabella Vanderbilt rarely saw Joel Russo with such a somber expression. Joel Russo looked up at her, and the sharp, deep anger in his brows was still evident.
Arabella Vanderbilt furrowed her brows, replaying in her mind the conversation she had just overheard in the kitchen between Travis Miller and Joel Russo.
