Carried all the way back to the car, facing the cheerful Arabella Vanderbilt, Joel Russo's expression became even darker.
"Quite popular, huh?"
Arabella's gaze turned towards the direction of the hospital entrance, and just by looking at her profile, it was clear she was in a great mood.
Joel Russo curled his lips, "It seems if I ever really did something to wrong you, your fan club might actually tear me apart."
Arabella raised an eyebrow, "You're still thinking about wronging me?"
"Of course, I want to work hard not to be a passerby in your life, but strive to be your final destination."
In fact, he wasn't really angry about all the things that girl said.
But that one sentence, "He's just a passerby in her life," made his face turn cold instantly.
The only uncertain factor in his life has always been the woman before him.
Initially, he pursued her with determination, but he couldn't promise with utmost confidence that this woman wouldn't leave him.
