The secretary had just finished clearing the leftover meals when Vincent brought over the documents that Star International needed to handle.
After skimming through several documents, Arabella inadvertently caught a glimpse of Joel working.
Both had taken a bath one after the other after lunch, and Joel had changed into a clean blue striped shirt. At the moment, he sat upright in his chair, his well-defined fingers holding an expensive pen, his expression cool and indifferent as he cast his dark eyes down on the document in hand.
That image of him, so cold and demanding, yet infused with endless wisdom and a composed nobility.
Just sitting there quietly, doing nothing, he exuded an indefinable charm.
Arabella stared at him for a while, watching his serious and meticulous demeanor, then glanced at the few documents beside herself, sighed silently, yawned without a sound, and picked up another document to look at...
