The white shirt collar was loosened by two buttons when she had just undone his tie, fearing it might be too tight for him. Now looking at his neckline, the skin texture is clearly defined, the delicate Adam's apple slightly protruding, and even the soft cartilage on both sides of his neck is visible, symmetrically exquisite.
Now, he's leaning lazily against the bathroom doorframe, his pitch-black eyes carrying a light, casual gloss, naturally exuding a heart-racing charm.
Arabella Vanderbilt tensed her breath slightly, "What are you doing?"
"How about we shower together?"
Arabella Vanderbilt suddenly widened her eyes, shaking her head instinctively.
"No... no need! Hurry up and shower, I... have other things to do. You... you go for it!"
Arabella Vanderbilt took two steps back, threw off Joel Russo's hand, and quickly walked out of the bedroom.
Joel Russo watched Arabella's pretty face turn bright red, chuckled softly, and turned into the bathroom.
