"Not even allowed to move, yet she's still teasing him like this. Cruel woman."
Arabella Vanderbilt chuckled, "Do you know why Travis Miller suddenly bought a house here?"
Joel Russo furrowed his brow slightly, "Do I still have a place in your heart? You just sent Isabella Harrison away, and now you're concerned about someone else?"
Arabella Vanderbilt blinked, "Who am I concerned about?"
"Don't try to pry words out of me with clever tricks," Joel Russo replied, filled with displeasure.
"..."
The man is too smart!
No chance to act!
—
Abigail Hemsworth walked downstairs in a white silk nightgown, the hem of the skirt fluttering beautifully with her steps.
Her face was expressionless, yet she exuded a refined aura. Her gaze swept through the living room below, calm and simple, emanating a kind of subdued allure amidst the coolness.
The two servants in the living room quickly approached her.
"Miss Hemsworth."
"I want some milk."
