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Arabella Vanderbilt took a deep breath and then looked at Joel Russo, her expression faintly flickering with excitement.

"Joel Russo, after the fragrance competition, I will rid myself of all unsavory stains, and I want to marry you immediately. Will you still have me?"

Joel Russo's handsome face was calm, his deep, lake-like eyes stared intensely at her, dark and unlit.

Arabella Vanderbilt suddenly felt unsure, his expression too profound and obscure, hiding emotions she couldn't penetrate.

"Joel Russo, what's been going on with you recently? Has something happened?"

After a while, Joel Russo slightly curved his lips, leaned down, and kissed her smooth forehead, the laughter in his voice low and hazy.

"It seems I need to think carefully about the proposal, about what kind of proposal would be good enough for you."

The tension in Arabella Vanderbilt's eyes gradually dissipated.

"There's no need for great fanfare; I've told you, I don't care about those things."