Arabella Vanderbilt shook her head decisively, clutching the front of her clothes, "No! Joel Russo, you... you're such a rogue!"
"Arabella." Joel Russo's deep voice sounded again, and there seemed to be flames flickering in his eyes, "I miss you so much, what should I do?"
Joel Russo somewhat regretted it. If he had known he would miss her this much now, he should have "tormented" her thoroughly before she left.
Now, all he could do was look at her through the screen but couldn't touch her. Every time he thought of the sensation of kissing and embracing her, he wished he could reach through the screen to grab this tantalizing little woman and hold her tight.
He glanced at the desk in front of him... His gaze darkened further...
Yes, even on this desk, it would be fine.
The more he thought about it, the more his body tensed.
Seeing the obvious emotions in Joel Russo's eyes and hearing his helpless-sounding "what should I do," she couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for him.
