Arlo Seys sat in the chair, his body stiffened slightly, and his thin lips pressed together tightly, forming a tense line. "Drink the milk first, let’s have a chat."
"Okay." Ariel Morris smiled and reached out for the milk.
As soon as her hand touched the glass, Arlo Seys behind her shivered violently, his thin lips moved slightly, and his gaze covered with a look of distress and complexity.
Ariel brought the milk to her lips, and Arlo’s eyes deepened. The magazine in his hand clenched tighter, and beads of sweat ford in his palms.
His heart was lifted bit by bit along with the milk Ariel was bringing to her lips, as if jumping to his throat, making him feel unbearably blocked.
Just as Ariel’s milk reached her lips, she suddenly rembered sothing, imdiately put down the milk, and turned to leave.
"Where are you going?" Arlo Seys, who had been watching her, asked with a slight frown when he saw her turn away.
Ariel entered the bathroom and ca out with a hair dryer. "My hair is wet; I’ll dry it first and drink the milk later."
Arlo Seys put down the magazine, got up, walked closer to Ariel, took the hairdryer from her hand, and tenderly dried her hair.
"Arlo, I thought you wouldn’t let return to Royal View City until my health was better."
Ariel said as she sat down in the chair, picked up the milk on the coffee table, enjoying a life of being pampered like a princess by God Seys, her eyes and face brimming with a happy smile, making her whole being bright and charming.
Arlo paused for a mont and didn’t follow Ariel’s topic, instead asking, "When do you plan to go to Italy?"
Ariel’s body visibly stiffened, "I’ll go after my brother takes care of the Saxton Family’s matters and after Susan Saxton’s case is decided by the court. Arlo, don’t worry. My brother found two experts to treat , and my chances of recovery are great."
Arlo made a sound of acknowledgnt, "What do you need to do?"
Ariel smiled deeply, her dimples blooming at the corners of her mouth, "I need you to take good care of yourself, work hard to earn money to support the family. In the future, my children and I will depend on you for a living. Husband, you can support us, right?"
Arlo stroked Ariel’s hair, which was almost dry, put down the hair dryer in his hand, gazed steadily at Ariel, and said, "Mrs. Seys, I’m sure I earn faster than you spend; you can comfortably be a little rice bug."
Ariel nodded in agreent, "So tell , where can you find such a handso and gentle, considerate jar of rice as God Seys? In my youthful days, I truly had sharp eyes, capturing Scenic Hill’s number one male god, a potential stock!"
Arlo’s eyes deepened, his throat moved, and he said lightly, "Drink the milk."
"Okay." Ariel smiled, "Arlo, do you think our future child should also attend Scenic Hill High School? To continue their generation’s love and fate where our romance began." Ariel said, bringing the milk to her lips, her eyes and face gentle as water.
Arlo’s eyes fluttered as he watched Ariel about to drink the milk, his fingers clenched tightly into a fist, his heart aching to the point of suffocation.
Arlo’s eyes narrowed slightly, glanced at Ariel’s abdon, and his gaze suddenly filled with deep reluctance and pain, instinctively raising his hand to firmly block Ariel from finishing the milk in one gulp.
His sudden action left Ariel puzzled, and she looked at Arlo with questions in her eyes.
Arlo’s thin lips moved, his hand brushed towards the glass in Ariel’s hand, directly taking it over, he spoke in a sowhat low voice, "The milk has cooled down; it’s bad for the stomach, don’t drink it."
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