He calmly watched Arabella Vanderbilt, as she sat with her body turned to the side, her fair hand half-clasped against her cheek in a natural, graceful pose.
Her fair cheeks and deeply set features, with long eyelashes trembling slightly as she read and her eyes moved.
Quiet beauty personified.
His heart trembled ever so slightly, watching her close by, yet without even the privilege to touch her.
His gaze involuntarily drifted to the conspicuous ring on her finger, and Oliver Timmerman pursed his lips tightly.
"Are you really getting engaged?"
Arabella Vanderbilt didn't show the slightest excess of emotion, nor did she even blink, simply lowering her head and indifferently saying:
"Would there be any meaning in lying to you?"
Oliver Timmerman seemed to be used to her attitude, but his heart still tightened a little.
"I just didn't expect it... to be so sudden..."
Arabella Vanderbilt scoffed coldly, without a word.
