On that face, the composed confidence of her usual self had partially returned, with her sharp and capable aura radiantly present.
Matched with that fiery red, sexy short dress and his blazer draped over her shoulders.
An image of focused intelligence with a hint of enchanting allure, creating her own charming style.
Russo's sensual lips curved slightly, his deep black eyes growing more intense.
The gaze was so intense that Arabella Vanderbilt turned her head and looked at him defensively, her body almost fleeing toward the balcony.
Finish breakfast, change out of this dress immediately!
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A Chinese breakfast had always been Arabella Vanderbilt's habit. Even after so many years abroad, whenever possible, she would make Chinese food for herself.
Never had she adapted to life abroad.
Speaking of which, her cooking skills were quite good.
Wasn't it Declan Wolles who was won over by her culinary skills?
She raised her eyebrows, rarely remembering such a person.
