Love Strategy: CEO He is Really Scheming！-Chapter 595: I’ll Bet My Life With You!

"The Ariel Morris I know is not a weak person! Why don’t you dare to fight? Even if there’s a shred of hope, you can’t give up! Ariel Morris, I trust Jorge Saxton. Without a solid plan, he wouldn’t let you undergo surgery lightly! He’s taking you to Italy, surely he has found an expert to save you! Ariel Morris—the wedding in Dublin will not be canceled. You go to Italy for treatment. If it succeeds, remember to come to Dublin on Christmas Day, I’ll be waiting for you at the wedding scene!"

Ariel Morris bit her lip tightly, her eyes on Arlo Seys, "What if something goes wrong with the surgery? Arlo Seys, this wedding—"

"Then it’ll turn into a funeral for the two of us!" Arlo Seys’ voice was firm and decisive, with no hesitation. He looked at Ariel Morris solemnly and said, "Ariel Morris, for this gamble, I’ll stake my life with you! So, what else are you afraid of?! Even if I die, I’m by your side, what is there to fear?!"

Do you know what luck and happiness are? Ariel Morris stood in front of Arlo Seys, looking at his earnest eyes and the words he uttered without hesitation, tears streaming down.

The happiest thing in life is meeting someone you like, and falling in love mutually. The luckiest thing is this person loves you enough to be willing to face death with you.

At this moment, Ariel Morris only felt immense happiness and luck. All the luck in her life was to meet Arlo Seys, and all her happiness was brought by him.

Outside, the sound of a car came, Arlo Seys’ eyes moved slightly, his thin lips pressed tightly, picking up the suitcase, pulling Ariel Morris’s hand, and pushing her out the door.

The rain outside intensified, pouring down heavily.

Arlo Seys looked deeply at Ariel Morris, his eyebrows turned cold, his body shifted slightly, then he slammed the door shut with a bang. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"Arlo! Arlo!" Ariel Morris knocked on the tightly closed villa door, crying loudly, "Arlo—you let me in! I’ll listen to whatever you say, please don’t make me leave!"

Behind the door, Arlo Seys leaned against it for support. He closed his eyes slightly, recalling how he had heartlessly pushed Ariel Morris with her suitcase out the door, a gleaming tear slipped from his reddened eyes.

Ariel Morris, be strong and face it, go to Italy, go for treatment, no matter how stormy it is, I will always be by your side.

Ariel Morris, life is so long, don’t leave me, I really never thought of leaving you.

Ariel Morris, Ariel Morris, Ariel Morris...

Behind Ariel Morris, a four-wheel-drive vehicle slowly drove up to the open gate of the villa.

The car stopped, the back door opened, and Jorge Saxton approached Ariel Morris with an umbrella. Coming closer, he held the umbrella over Ariel Morris’ head, his deep voice sounded, "Ariel, your brother’s here to pick you up, we’re off to Italy. With brother around, you’ll be alright."

Seeing Jorge Saxton, Ariel Morris could no longer conceal her vulnerability, tears fell even more fiercely, her face became more flustered: "Brother, Arlo won’t let me in—brother, Arlo must be angry, I hid my illness from him, what should I do?"

Jorge Saxton glanced at the tightly closed villa door, his eyes deep, then turned to look at Ariel Morris, speaking gently: "Ariel, nothing is more important than your health right now, we’re going for treatment, just peacefully undergo treatment. As for Arlo Seys—once you’re well, once you marry him, kneel on the washing board until he begs for mercy! Come, let’s go home with brother."

After speaking, Jorge Saxton wrapped his arm around Ariel Morris’ shoulders, shielding her with the umbrella from the pouring rain, leading her toward the vehicle...