Arabella Vanderbilt gasped for breath, fixing her eyes on the man who held her tightly captive. At this moment, he was looking at her with a smile on that outrageously handsome face.
In an instant, a flash in her eyes indicated she understood something.
"You..."
Arabella was angry, but on second thought, everything he did seemed to be done with the knowledge of who she was.
In such a situation, it didn't seem right to be angry.
Reason carefully weighed the issue.
But impulse prevailed first.
"When did you know it was me?"
Arabella widened her eyes at him.
Joel Russo smiled slightly, looking at her lips, which were luscious after his kiss, and couldn't help but lean down and peck them again.
One hand moved in the warm water, searching for her hand and holding it tightly.
"If I can't recognize my own wife, then you shouldn't want me either."
Arabella blinked, the anger from his antics dissipating due to his words.
