Sometimes, having a cold heart isn't necessarily a bad thing.
Arabella Vanderbilt didn't speak, Joel Russo reached out and poked her in the heart.
"Let me warn you, little Arabella, this place is mine alone now. I won't allow her to share any of its feelings with anyone else. Without my permission, no one can occupy this space. The ownership and execution rights belong to me alone, and it only grows under your care. Got it?"
Arabella blinked gently, the stifling feeling in her heart suddenly dissipated a bit.
"Wow, so domineering. How could there be only your place? It also includes my company, my mother, Isabella..."
Arabella's words weren't finished when Joel turned to her, reaching to pull at her clothes.
"Stop talking. I might as well just take it out!"
"Hey, hey... don't! That would kill me..."
Arabella couldn't help but laugh, seeing Joel using such childish methods to amuse her, her heart softened.
She reached to cover her heart, pretending to stop Joel's actions.
