"I'm not lacking anything else, but what I really miss is a handgun."
Joel Russo sighed, "Arabella, that's not something you casually play with."
"I'm just collecting it. You think I'd use it to kill someone?"
"It's meant for killing," Joel Russo's voice was calm, but it had a chilling effect.
Arabella Vanderbilt nodded nonchalantly, "Just in case."
"What?" Joel Russo frowned.
Arabella took a sip of water from her cup, turned her head, and smiled faintly at Joel Russo:
"Give me a handgun as a precaution. If you ever betray me, I'll use it to kill you. And if there's another woman, I'll also kill her, how about that?"
Joel Russo chuckled, "Trying to provoke me?"
"Only a little."
Joel Russo took the hot water cup from her hand, poured her another cup of boiling water, and set it aside briefly, then held her hand outside the quilt in his.
"You don't trust me?"
"Do you trust yourself? If you do, you should give me the handgun without hesitation."
