Love Strategy: CEO He is Really Scheming！-Chapter 176: The Human Heart is the Hardest Thing to Keep Warm...
Ariel Morris pursed her lips, turned around, and took out her bag from the bathroom of Arlo Seys’s room, extracting the ID card and passport inside.
As Arlo Seys received the passport and ID card, a flicker of emotion flashed through his eyes, quickly hiding everything with a slight droop of his gaze.
"Well, I got my pants dirty and used your shirt to change in the bathroom. Now..." Ariel Morris stammered, looking at Arlo Seys.
Arlo Seys glanced at her indifferently, causing Ariel Morris to instantly stand straight and speak rapidly: "Now I will immediately change back!!!" After speaking, she grabbed the two sets of clothes Arlo had bought for her and zipped into the bathroom. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂
After changing her clothes, Ariel Morris came out and found Arlo Seys standing on the balcony, holding a goblet, sipping red wine casually.
"Arlo Seys," Ariel Morris walked towards him, "Ah!" Her high heel stepped on a broken glass, causing her to lurch forward unexpectedly.
On the balcony, as the goblet in Arlo Seys’s hand shattered with a snap at Ariel Morris’s exclamation, along with the fallen glass, a detached silhouette swiftly moved forward.
Ariel Morris lunged forward, just about to flop face down embarrassingly, yet suddenly a strong arm encircled her waist.
Ariel Morris’s lurching forward was too forceful; when Arlo Seys stepped forward to encircle her waist, he used all his strength in urgency, causing both of them to topple and fall onto the large bed...
As they fell, Arlo Seys immediately extended his arm to wrap around Ariel Morris, tightly protecting her in his embrace.
The soft Simmons mattress meant the fall didn’t hurt, yet Ariel Morris’s eye corner turned sour and teary, as if wanting to cry.
People say, in the most critical moments, one instinctively wants to protect what they care about most. And Arlo for her—he will always reach out and protect her immediately, fearing she might get hurt.
Ariel Morris lay in Arlo Seys’s embrace; both of them lay silently on the soft bed, neither pushing the other away. The close contact, the skin pressed together, ignited a slight scorching sensation...
Holding her, Arlo Seys’s fingertips trembled slightly.
The familiar touch, familiar fragrance, this girl—after eight years apart, fate finally brought them face to face again.
Arlo Seys’s arm encircled Ariel Morris, his fingers rested on her shoulder. When Ariel Morris looked back at those beautiful fingers that were in zero distance contact with her, she was drawn to the scar on the back of his hand.
"Arlo Seys, how did you get the injury on your hand?" Ariel Morris exclaimed.
Arlo Seys’s pupils contracted slightly, his gaze cooled by three degrees, yet he did not answer.
In similar scenes, it was always him who unhesitatingly reached out to embrace her, holding her tightly in his arms.
Ariel Morris’s gaze flickered with instant clarity; she gently raised her eyes, looking at Arlo Seys’s features cold and indifferent, pursed her lips and softly spoke: "Back then—on Red Fragrance Hill, when we rolled down the slope, you shielded my head with your hand, preventing me from directly crashing into that big rock... Is this scar, perhaps..."
Arlo Seys looked at her, his expression composed, without speaking.
His silent reticence, but Ariel Morris understood. She slightly lowered her gaze and said in a deep voice: "Arlo Seys, at that time, to save me... you got hurt, why conceal it? Why did you say indifferently that it was nothing?"
Arlo Seys’s thin lips parted slightly, his voice was faint yet contained a trace of self-mockery, "Ariel Morris, human’s heart is the hardest to warm in this world—you know, so what? Would you hesitate before leaving the country silently for such a reason?"
