"Thud—"
Jackson Russo suddenly rolled off the couch.
"Brother... you... you're back."
You?
Jackson Russo, just how timid are you?
Hearing that, Arabella Vanderbilt turned her gaze and upon seeing Joel Russo, her delicate features relaxed into a smile as she said to him:
"You're back?"
Joel Russo's cold gaze swept over her hand, which was holding Sara Lang's.
Arabella paused, somewhat sheepishly letting go of Sara Lang's hand.
"What are you doing?"
"Learning embroidery."
Joel Russo frowned, coming closer to them, noticing the various threads and needles spread across the coffee table.
His brow furrowed slightly, his gaze fixed on Arabella without saying a word.
Arabella looked at his expression, somewhat at a loss.
Seeing that he hadn't even taken off his suit jacket, she stood up to help him with it.
"Wasn't work going well today?"
Joel Russo said nothing, watching as Arabella unbuttoned his suit and moved around to remove it for him.
Joel Russo: "..."
