"Trouble Old Master Russo remember, this time if you disagree with this marriage, then in the future, wanting Arabella to marry into your Russo Family again will absolutely not be this easy."
With a word said, Uncle Reed turned the wheelchair around.
"Arabella."
Joel Russo frowned, tightening his arms, unwilling to let Arabella Vanderbilt leave.
Arabella looked up at him, blinking lightly, her expression rather resigned.
"Arabella..."
Mary Douglas called out softly to Arabella Vanderbilt, Arabella lowered her eyes, seemingly torn and reluctant, staying in Joel Russo's embrace, always gazing up at him.
The pristine tailored suit highlighted Joel Russo's noble and handsome appearance, his natural aura of dignity making people yearn yet hesitate to approach.
However, his arms tightly encircled Arabella Vanderbilt's slender waist, her slender and long hands gently resting on his chest.
They looked into each other's eyes, emotions stirring between them.
