Everyone watched him leave.
Yet the indescribable tension in the atmosphere had become even heavier than before.
Joel Russo sat there motionless, his thin lips pressed into a line.
Arabella Vanderbilt held the apple he had just handed over, the juice dripping through her fingers, yet she didn't know what to say.
If it were about other things, she might find a good solution or know how to ease the tension.
This time, however, she felt a bit helpless.
Matters of the heart were never her strong suit.
She could see Declan Wolles's emotions just now; she didn't know how to pretend she hadn't.
Nor did she know how to face Declan, or how to calmly explain to Joel Russo.
Her vows were made just moments ago.
She didn't want to hurt Declan.
But now she was completely clueless about what to do.
Looking down at the apple in her hand, she unconsciously took a bite, her expression still not fully recovered.
