Arabella Vanderbilt's heart, which had been tense all along, gradually relaxed at the moment she saw Joel Russo.
Like a taut rubber band, slowly easing on both ends until it rested quietly, steadily, in the depths of her heart.
An inexplicable sense of grievance suddenly surged in her heart.
Perhaps it's not, or maybe it's just fragility.
At the moment she saw Joel Russo, the iron walls around her suddenly collapsed.
She slowly closed her lips and stared fixedly at Joel Russo for a moment.
Only when she saw the shadows in the man's eyes deepening did she struggle free from Declan Wolles's embrace and slowly advance toward him.
"Wait!"
Declan Wolles's long arm suddenly extended, hooking her waist and pulling her into his embrace.
The warmth radiating from Declan Wolles's embrace was particularly palpable at that moment.
Her eyes trembled slightly, and her hand tightly shielded her belly, separated by Declan Wolles's powerful arm.
