In the corridor, Arabella Vanderbilt walked ahead, her lips consistently held a faintly sarcastic smile.
Jackson Russo followed behind Arabella with his hands in his pockets. Although she had such a tall and slender figure, she contained a lot of energy, her temperament was extraordinary, intelligent and assertive.
One had to admit, his brother's taste was truly impeccable.
To have discovered such a gem of a woman.
Raising his eyebrows, he stretched those long legs and quickly caught up with Arabella.
"In a hurry to go home?"
Arabella suddenly stopped, turned around, and came back.
"What are you doing?" Jackson asked, puzzled by her behavior, only to see her return to her room, swipe the key card to open the door.
After a while, Arabella emerged carrying several bags, and then handed them to Jackson.
"What's this?"
Arabella replied indifferently, "Clothes."
Jackson glanced at them and chuckled, "These wouldn't be clothes you bought for me, right?"
