Dominance and jealousy, perhaps they really are contagious.
Joel Russo's figure was currently standing at the foot of the stairs, his dark, somber eyes looking down at her.
When he saw her glance over, those eyes shifted slightly, lightly settling on the spicy hot soup she was holding.
Arabella Vanderbilt suddenly felt the hand holding the spicy hot soup grow hot.
But now didn't seem like the time to consider this, how could he appear so openly here!
She quickly gave him a look, massively hinting for him to hide quickly.
Yet the man remained unmoved, stubbornly keeping his eyes fixed on the spicy hot soup in her hand, seemingly set on defying it.
Sitting opposite Arabella, Mary Douglas noticed Arabella's expression, squinted slightly, and turned to look towards the stairs.
Her brows furrowed; the stairs were empty, with nothing there,
Then she turned back to Arabella, seeing her having just breathed a sigh of relief.
