Joel Russo was completely unaware that in the hearts of several of his close blood relatives, he had already become a patient with sexual dysfunction.
At this moment, he opened the bedroom door and placed Arabella Vanderbilt on the bed.
Arabella Vanderbilt was clutching two small red books in her arms and had also grabbed back the chopsticks she took when she left.
Joel Russo crouched down in front of her, looking up at her.
In his deep, dark eyes, a shallow smile made him appear fully warm and gentle.
"Congratulations on your wedding day, Mrs. Russo."
Arabella lowered her eyes, looking at him with a pair of starry eyes that were somewhat excited.
The words "Mrs. Russo" made an inexplicable emotion surge in her heart.
This identity would accompany her for the rest of her life, unwavering until death.
"Congratulations on marrying a wife today, Mr. Russo."
Her voice was a bit choked with emotion, her eyes shimmering as she gazed unblinkingly at the man before her.
