Joel Russo placed her on the bed and said softly while leaning down, squatting in front of her, placing her feet on his still neat and clean knees, and gently brushed the dust off her soles with his hand.
Then he warmed them in his palms and looked up at her, "Next time you run around barefoot, I'll just chop them off, okay?"
Arabella Vanderbilt didn't believe these threats with no real substance.
Yet she let her feet gradually warm up in his hands.
Looking at his expression, she guessed he wasn't lying to her.
The Old Master was temporarily fine.
"Then..."
Joel Russo's dark eyes looked at her softly, "How much more can you worry about, hmm? Can't you let your mind be at peace? If it's filled with elm wood, it should at least act like it."
Arabella blinked, was he mocking her?
He still had the mood to tease her?!
Wasn't she at least somewhat smart?
At the very least, not too stupid...
"Where is there elm wood in my head..."
