Love Strategy: CEO He is Really Scheming！-Chapter 179: Conducting a Transaction with Payment and Delivery Completed [3]
Arlo Seys glanced at her, his tone detached, "The difference between a lover and a wife, I hope Miss Morris understands! A wife is someone I, Arlo Seys, as a husband, have to please! But a lover — Miss Morris, don’t tell me you still expect me to please you?"
Ariel Morris’ lips trembled slightly as she walked heavily towards him, each step exhausting all her strength and courage.
Arlo Seys stood on the balcony, watching her approach cautiously; anxiety etched on her brows, and his own emotions grew complex.
Ariel Morris halted before him on the balcony, her clear eyes filled with panic as she looked at Arlo Seys.
A minute later, Ariel Morris’ palms were sweaty with nerves, her fingers anxiously clutching the fabric at her side, uncertain of how to proceed next, her face flushed with embarrassment.
Arlo Seys shot her a cold glance, taking in all her emotions, and his detached tone echoed, "It seems Miss Morris doesn’t really wish to continue this transaction, so — the door is there, I won’t see you out! I, Arlo Seys, don’t force anyone’s preferences; such matters should be consensual!"
Ariel Morris bit her lip, her face turning pale.
Her eyes revealed panic and fear, like an innocent deer evoking sympathy, looking pitiable yet charming. Arlo Seys’ heart trembled heavily, his fingers clenched tightly by his side, then suddenly relaxed again, maintaining an indifferent facade, as he coldly issued an eviction order, "Miss Morris, I won’t see you out!"
After speaking, Arlo Seys lit a cigarette between his index and middle fingers, bringing it to his lips, inhaling deeply and exhaling swirling smoke, his demeanor icy and devoid of warmth.
Ariel Morris stood silently watching him. Seeing him smoke one cigarette after another without pause, Ariel Morris felt a bitter pain in her heart.
The Arlo she loved had learned to smoke in the eight years she was away. Every time he saw her, he smoked, and rather aggressively.
The swirling smoke seemed like a devil, Ariel Morris feared they would eventually take Arlo Seys’ health. Thinking of this, her pupils contracted fiercely.
Finally, when Arlo Seys was about to light his fifth cigarette from the pack, a fair and attractive hand covered the back of his hand holding the cigarette, preventing him from lighting it.
"Arlo, stop smoking."
Ariel Morris’ voice was soft and obedient, reminiscent of a girlfriend admonishing her boyfriend, and Arlo Seys’ profound gaze turned to her, pausing his action.
Ariel Morris looked up to meet his gaze, watching his lightly defined features, her eyes softened.
Arlo Seys looked at her, silent for a moment, his thin lips pressed briefly, "Ariel Morris, I gave you a chance, since you chose to stay, then I decide when this transaction ends!"
As he finished speaking, Ariel Morris was caught off guard when Arlo Seys suddenly pulled her, his hand supporting the back of her head, bending down to fiercely kiss her moist and glossy pink lips.
Repeated torment, siege, and plunder; aggressively fervent. Ariel Morris was breathlessly overpowered by his domineering kiss, her breathing hurried, as she attempted to push him away.
But Arlo Seys gave her no chance to breathe, his other free hand held down Ariel Morris’ resisting hand, while continuing to fiercely plunder her lips’ sweet delight.
"Mm~~Ar---lo----!" Ariel Morris’ mouth was firmly sealed, struggling to utter muffled sounds.
The air grew thinner, yet the person before her showed no intention of allowing her a breath, Ariel Morris’ face turned red, her restrained hands instinctively resisting and pushing against him.
