"See, it's all your masterpiece."
Arabella Vanderbilt was extremely embarrassed.
She struggled slightly in his arms, but the man didn't relax at all.
"Don't move, you'll wrinkle the shirt."
Joel Russo spoke softly, and then watched as Arabella suddenly stopped moving upon hearing him.
"Heh. Obedient."
Arabella bit her lip tightly, finally raising her head to glare at him.
"You..." he was completely deciphering her intentions, grasping her precisely.
Joel looked at her lively and beautiful face, with a bit more affection in his eyes.
He gently kissed her eyes.
"Do you think... I should buy exclusive rights to every term related to 'star', hmm?"
Arabella's heart skipped a beat, looking at his eyes filled with surprise.
"... How is that possible?"
"What isn't possible? As long as I want to do it."
Arabella's lips moved slightly, "Stop joking, that's meaningless."
