Jackson Russo instantly tensed, his back sending chills shooting outward.
"Si… Sister-in-law, do you have… any instructions for me?"
Even the formal "you" came out?
Arabella Vanderbilt glanced at him indifferently.
The expression on Jackson Russo's face tightened even further.
"It's seven o'clock now," Arabella stated coolly, her voice void of any emotion.
Jackson lowered his head to check his wristwatch, then nodded. "Yeah, it is seven. Sister-in-law, you must be hungry."
Arabella nodded. "Yes, I am hungry."
Jackson immediately stood. "I'll go get someone to prepare food for you!"
Arabella crossed her legs, letting the hem of Joel Russo's overly long pants brush aside as she said indifferently:
"No rush. I'll wait for your brother to come back so we can eat together."
Jackson froze in place, his lips twitching uncontrollably.
Then, stiffly, he sat back down on the sofa, raising one eyebrow in obvious frustration.
