"You can't answer calls on the airplane, but you can still go online and send messages, right?"
"Then what? What does that prove?"
The man's tall and slender figure made her have to look up just to see his face clearly.
She slowly moved closer to him, her breath spraying against his jaw.
"It proves... that you were the one who started missing me first and then couldn't help but travel thousands of miles to see me. Am I right?"
Being in this small town in Provence, it seemed even her breath carried the scent of lavender.
Joel Russo's eyes darkened, and he tightened his embrace around Arabella Vanderbilt's waist a bit more before slightly bending down to bring his face close to hers.
"Right... because I missed you, I couldn't help but travel thousands of miles to see you. Satisfied?"
Arabella was stunned that he would admit it so easily.
Yet, her heart was unexpectedly filled with a sweet sensation.
