"Put me down, I can walk by myself."
"Just stay put."
Joel Russo didn't even pause his steps.
"So going downstairs, are you going to cook for me?"
Joel Russo's steps halted for a moment, he glanced down at her,
"...What do you want to eat?"
Arabella Vanderbilt tilted her head in thought, then asked:
"What can you cook?"
"..."
Joel Russo frowned, unable to bear the full suspicion in her tone.
He pursed his lips tightly, went downstairs and placed Arabella Vanderbilt on the sofa.
With a cool and commanding "wait here," he then rolled up his sleeves and his tall, slender figure turned into the kitchen.
That demeanor in Arabella Vanderbilt's eyes looked exactly like a valiant general donning armor and rushing to the battlefield.
After thinking it over, she simply turned on the TV, and while watching a program, waited for someone's lovingly prepared dinner.
