Joel Russo kissed her nose tip, his dark eyes quietly watching her.
Arabella Vanderbilt blinked lightly and tilted her head to kiss his chin.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have talked about him like that. Although as an elder it's a bit disrespectful, I think saying that might make you a bit happier."
The remark was strange, but clearly, seeing Arabella held strong opinions about the Old Master, Joel Russo's mood was indeed good.
Because he's discontent with the Old Master, it's only right for her to share his discontent.
In this matter, from start to finish, Joel Russo hasn't had the right to be angry with Arabella.
Moreover, even if he truly got angry, he wouldn't do anything to her.
Yet, a lingering feeling of discontent compelled him to playfully bite Arabella's lips before letting her go and helping her out of her pink cotton coat.
Arabella obediently let him attend to her throughout the process.
She lay in the bathtub, lightly stroking her slightly protruding belly.
