Even though she said nothing at first, Joel Russo understood.
After taking a slap, he still pulled her into his arms to comfort her.
"It's alright now..."
Arabella Vanderbilt's mind was still flooded with images.
Her face remained pale, and she shivered uncontrollably.
Sometimes, the thoughts in her mind made her tremble violently.
She hurriedly grabbed Joel Russo's shirt lapel with force.
She buried her entire face into his chest with effort.
Joel Russo's expression was extremely cold, but at this moment, he just held her tightly, rubbing her shoulders, trying to soothe her emotions.
"It's alright now, Arabella, I'm fine now..."
Arabella opened her eyes, remaining silent in his arms for a while before slowly looking up, raising her hand to gently touch Joel Russo's extraordinarily handsome face.
Her hand was icy, and her palm was covered in cold sweat.
