Love Strategy: CEO He is Really Scheming！-Chapter 593: Going to Italy for Treatment?

Arlo Seys’s cold growl echoed in her ears, and Ariel Morris’s body shuddered violently. She bit her lower lip hard, looking at the person in front of her, "Arlo----"

Arlo Seys raised a mocking smile, his eyes filled with pain and deep red, "Ariel Morris, if today it were me whose life was hanging by a thread, would you despise me and leave me?"

Ariel Morris slowly shook her head, "Arlo----I wouldn’t----"

"So, Ariel Morris, why did you make the decision on my behalf? Do you know how much I hate what you’ve done? Ariel Morris, even if you really could not be cured, I still want to be by your side. I want every second of the time you have left to be filled with smiles! But Ariel Morris, you completely negated my deep love for you, hiding the truth from me thinking it was for my own good, yet not realizing how much I hate you, and hate myself! I even wonder if it’s because I’m too useless, so you can’t rely on me with peace of mind?!"

"No, Arlo, I never thought that way, I never considered it at that level." Ariel Morris shook her head immediately in denial, looking into Arlo Seys’s pupils, seriously and steadfastly: "If there’s anyone in this world that I can rely on with peace of mind, it’s you, Arlo Seys."

"Now when you say that, it’s truly ironic to me. You say I’m the person you can rely on with peace of mind, yet you kept your illness a secret from me. Is this what you call relying on me?" Arlo Seys’s gaze was deeply red, looking at Ariel Morris with a deep and intense gaze, full of pain, even his voice became hoarse: "Do you know? Ariel Morris, the Dublin wedding, I spent half a year preparing, but now the wedding I’ve waited eight years for has to be canceled, Ariel Morris, do you think we should continue to be together?"

"Arlo---!" Ariel Morris’s panicked eyes looked at Arlo Seys, tears streaming down, "You don’t want me anymore? You want to break up with me?"

Arlo Seys’s thin lips moved slightly, he was silent for a dozen seconds, just about to speak when Ariel Morris’s phone in her pocket rang, interrupting them.

Their eyes were both deep red, deep and profound, like endless abysses, neither moving their gaze.

On the balcony, the dark night sky was hazy with moonlight, a cold wind blew, mixed with fine rain.

The phone continued ringing, and Ariel Morris eventually took out the phone. When she saw ’brother’ displayed on the caller ID, her gaze flickered slightly.

Under Arlo Seys’s watchful eyes, Ariel Morris slowly put her phone to her ear and answered the call.

Ariel Morris answered the call, and Arlo Seys’s gaze was cold on her, not moving an inch. Who knows who was on the other end or what was said, but Ariel Morris’s anxious voice blurted out.

"Bro! So soon? I’m not ready----Can’t it wait? Italy is so far, I----Bro! No.....No...Don’t be mad! Bro! Hello!!"

Ariel Morris’s fragmented words allowed Arlo Seys to piece together some information; it was Jorge Saxton on the call, and as for Italy----Arlo Seys’s eyes grew even deeper and unfathomable.

Ariel Morris held the disconnected phone, her fingertips trembling slightly. She slowly lifted her gaze to Arlo Seys, hesitated for a moment, then called out in a deep voice: "Arlo---"

"Was it Jorge Saxton?" Arlo Seys asked lightly.

Ariel Morris nodded, with a heavy nasal tone acknowledging, and after a pause, she spoke: "Arlo, my brother called to say----"

"He wants you to go to Italy for treatment?" Arlo Seys’s eyes were as deep as the sea.

Ariel Morris held her phone, her body trembling slightly, looked at Arlo Seys, and shook her head fiercely, "Arlo, I don’t want to go, I don’t want to go to Italy----Arlo, I don’t want to receive treatment, I want to stay in City C---"