Love Strategy: CEO He is Really Scheming！ Chapter 597: Your Name Has Already Taken My Surname

Their hands were still clasped together, standing in the heavy rain, gazing into each other’s eyes, only the sound of rain falling around them.

Arlo Seys stared into Ariel Morris’s eyes, a hint of indifference in his brows and eyes, his tone brooking no argunt: "I’m sending you to Italy! For treatnt!"

"Arlo ---- I ----- " Ariel looked at his indifference, her throat choked, and no words could co out.

Arlo held Ariel’s hand, lifted it up, his gaze falling on the antique silver bracelet on her wrist, his eyes deep: "When will you truly believe in my love for you? Ariel Morris, is it because in our youth it was always you chasing, you giving to this relationship, so you have no confidence? No confidence in your place in my heart?"

Ariel’s gaze also shifted to her wrist, and at the sa ti, she saw the bracelet that she had given him on Arlo’s wrist. An antique silver bracelet, a delicate bracelet entwined, the two fair hands tightly clasped, their deep love beyond doubt.

Arlo looked at Ariel, his voice slow and steady: "Ariel Morris, you have long been my wife, even if you were to die on the operating table, you would be buried in the cetery bought by the Seys Family! The tombstone would bear the na ’Seys Morris’! Your na has long carried my family na, when have I ever not wanted you?"

"In the past, now, in the future, I will never not want you! Eight years ago, the blood you shed when you attempted suicide for , and now, eight years later, the blood you lost when we lost the child, is permanently etched in my mind! Ariel Morris, where else in this lifeti could I find a foolish woman like you? Where else could I find soone who would bleed for ti and again?!"

"Ariel Morris, I’ve already prepared to turn our wedding into our funeral, does that count as not wanting you? If you’re worried, afraid I’m bluffing you! Then fine, Ariel Morris, I’ll go ahead of you! In Italy, if you can’t hold on anymore, let know! I’ll go underground to wait for you in advance!"

Ariel stood there, tears quietly falling, her eyes deeply gazing at Arlo in front of her, with no other response.

Arlo’s hand lifted, touching the contours of Ariel’s face, his own eyes also red, "Take back your tears, crying so ugly! Unsightly!"

Ariel obediently sniffed, pulling her tears back, holding them from falling, she looked at Arlo, "You are the only heir of the Seys Family, if you die with , who will carry on the family line?"

Arlo pursed his thin lips, his gaze earnest, then spoke without hesitation: "My wife is dead, who would carry on the family line for ? Besides, we have Nicole, and many are eager to be the Seys Family’s son-in-law! No need to worry about descendants!"

Ariel’s lips curved into a faint smile, looking deeply at the person in front of her: "Arlo, I’ll listen to you, I’ll undergo the treatnt, I’ll go to Italy."

Arlo nodded, leading Ariel towards Jorge Saxton’s car, saying in a deep voice: "I’ll rush to Italy as soon as I can to be with you, once I handle my current matters. Ariel Morris, don’t be afraid at any ti, because you won’t be alone, I’ll always be by your side."

Ariel nodded, "Okay."

Arlo made a sound of agreent and led her towards the car. Ariel quietly followed beside Arlo, obedient and well-behaved, a sharp contrast to the person who had just been crying heart-wrenchingly in the rain.

Arlo settled Ariel into the back seat of the car, giving her a deep look, and speaking in a deep voice to Jorge Saxton, who was seated by the car door: "Take her, go to Italy for proper treatnt."