The man's face was truly unsightly, she even saw the veins faintly appearing on his smooth forehead.
Arabella Vanderbilt pressed her lips together; the last time with Milo Sims, he had kept a cold face towards her for two days.
"I just don't want to suffer too much. Besides, this time, I'm purely the victim."
She hadn't schemed.
No matter how she plotted, she wouldn't use her integrity as a bet.
She knew even more deeply to whom she now belonged.
Joel Russo closed his eyes deeply, desperately suppressing the emotions surging from his heart, yet an even deeper sense of helplessness spread.
"No rescue." The two words seemed to forcefully squeeze out from his throat.
He had given her too much room to maneuver.
To the extent that everything he did became so passive, he couldn't even intervene!
Arabella said, "He must live."
"He deserves to die."
Arabella stared at him, not continuing to argue:
"Hmm... but letting him die like that is too easy on him."
