But Joel Russo suddenly sprang to his feet, striding over to Arabella Vanderbilt, he hoisted up her collar.
Then, bending down, he lifted her in his arms in full view of everyone, carried her past the crowd, and placed her on the sofa before finding her shoes and kneeling down, one by one, he helped her put on her shoes and tie the laces.
There was a moment when Arabella Vanderbilt wanted to pull her foot back, but she saw Joel Russo silently grip it tight.
Perhaps she had just woken up, or it was her illusion, or maybe, the him in the company was different from the him in front of her.
The purity and restraint in his brows and eyes contained a layer of coldness, the calm and sage-like aura with an unfathomable wisdom, like distant immovable mountains shrouded in the haze of dawn and dusk, deep and hidden charisma.
