Arabella Vanderbilt glanced at the small head buried against her chest and chuckled softly, "She's clinging to you so tightly—won't Jackson get jealous when he sees it?"
Yumi Stewart froze briefly at her words, her usually composed eyes flickering suddenly, as if a sensitive nerve had been touched. Her fair face flushed bright red, even her ears turning crimson.
Arabella had spoken without thinking, and even she herself felt awkward.
What was she saying?
Being with Joel Russo for so long, had she been influenced to lose all sense of decorum?
Was she now saying things like this without hesitation?
"Ahem..."
Arabella coughed lightly in embarrassment. Luckily, the traffic light turned green, and she quickly started driving again.
While turning the wheel to switch gears, her eyes inadvertently caught a rather familiar figure outside the window, walking arm-in-arm with an unfamiliar man. The two were chatting and laughing as they passed...
