Joel Russo could clearly feel his heart trembling heavily, his pitch-black eyes contracting as he stared intently at the woman who was so close to him.
"I've also said that I won't leave you behind."
"Joel Russo..." Arabella Vanderbilt called out somewhat helplessly.
"Stop calling me by my full name," he frowned, having endured this form of address for far too long.
Arabella Vanderbilt slightly curled her lips, silently smiled for a few seconds, and then was met by Joel Russo's displeased voice.
"Is it so hard to change how you address me, do you want..."
"Joel."
Almost at the same time, a gentle and faint voice slowly rose.
Soft and delicate, as if a feather brushed across the heart, it was full of yearning and entwined affection.
Joel Russo's deep voice came to an abrupt halt, and he quietly watched her, as if this nickname was too distant for him.
