Jorge Saxton led Ariel Morris into the car, put away the umbrella, and sat with her in the back seat.
Ariel Morris’ deep red eyes were fixated on the tightly closed villa door, filled with reluctance. Jorge Saxton glanced at her, sighed, and reached out to close the car door.
As the car door slowly closed, Ariel Morris suddenly pushed it open in a panic and heaviness, leaping past Jorge Saxton seated outside and dashed out of the car.
"Ariel!" Jorge Saxton scolded.
Ariel ignored Jorge Saxton, rushed out of the car, stood in the pouring rain, and yelled at the people inside the villa, her voice hoarse and choked with sobs: "Arlo Seys! I don’t want to leave, I don’t want to be away from you, open the door, don’t abandon !!"
"Arlo Seys! Don’t be so heartless! I’ve loved you for nine years! I’ve missed you alone in Dublin for eight years! I don’t want to leave!"
"Arlo Seys---- open the door! Open the door!!"
Ariel Morris stood in the downpour, shouting at the top of her lungs, her body instantly drenched, trembling slightly.
Her voice echoed word by word in Arlo Seys’ ears, so helpless and frightened, causing a sharp pain in his heart as he leaned on the back of the door, the gleam in his eyes fell fiercely yet silently, quietly, flowing unrestrained.
Jorge Saxton in the car watched Ariel Morris crying in the rain, his eyes filled with pity, yet he didn’t step forward to persuade her.
He understood the grief and reluctance of his sister deeply in love with Arlo Seys, about to part ways, possibly facing life and death. Let Ariel vent and cry this ti!
Ariel Morris sobbed in the rain, no matter how much she called out, the people inside never showed up, nor ca out to offer any comfort.
Ariel Morris sat weakly on the ground, her tears and rainwater weaving into the most sorrowful symphony inside, desperate and sad.
Ariel Morris hung her head, her voice hoarse, repeatedly calling the na of the person who had given her warmth countless tis: "Arlo---- Arlo---- Arlo Seys----"
Her voice reached inside the villa, Arlo Seys clenched his fists tight, his usually composed brows and eyes were deep and sorrowful.
Inside the car, Jorge Saxton looked at his sister in the rain. Unable to restrain himself, he extended the umbrella, planning to step out and forcibly take Ariel Morris away. Just as he stepped out, his line of sight t the figure approaching Ariel Morris, and he hesitated. Jorge Saxton saw the figure coming out of the villa, took back his leg into the car, and abandoned his attempt to get off.
The prolonged figure approached Ariel Morris, extending pale fingers, the voice low and slightly hoarse: "Ariel Morris, get up."
Sitting on the ground, muttering ’Arlo’, Ariel Morris heard this familiar low voice echoing beside her ear, she imdiately raised her head. Her eyes were filled with the figure in front who had walked unknowingly close.
The cold and indifferent face, shallow brows like a painting, the outstanding temperant, effortlessly showcasing the perfection.
Arlo Seys’ hand was stretched out before Ariel Morris, standing tall in his place, his voice low as he spoke again: "Get up."
The extended hand, still wearing the delicate thousand knots bracelet on his wrist she gifted him in youth; Ariel Morris looked at that bracelet, a lump ford in her throat, and she wanted to cry even more.
"Arlo----" Ariel Morris’ eyes reddened, placing her hand within Arlo Seys’ palm.
Arlo Seys gently pulled her up, his face still as aloof as ever, "Ariel Morris, I told you not to be capricious. Do you really want to keep tornting yourself like this with your caprice?"
The indifferent face of Arlo Seys, was what Ariel Morris feared the most, cold and unfeeling.
Ariel Morris hurriedly shook her head, "I’m not capricious, I won’t be capricious, I’ll listen to you, whatever you say I’ll listen!"
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