Love Strategy: CEO He is Really Scheming!
Chapter 67: Arlo Seys, My Relatives Are Here!
CHAPTER 67: CHAPTER 67: ARLO SEYS, MY RELATIVES ARE HERE!
As soon as the call connected, he coldly shouted into the phone, "I said there isn’t any!"
There was silence for several seconds on the other end, then Ariel Morris’s voice came through, weakly, "Arlo Seys, my relative is here..."
Arlo Seys recognized something was off in her tone, tightly pursing his thin lips, he blurted out, "Menstrual pain again?"
Ariel Morris softly uttered an "um," sounding slightly subdued.
Arlo Seys hung up immediately and headed outside, grabbing his keys from the entrance of the living room as he went out the door.
At the doorway, Ariel Morris heard the disconnected signal from the call, squatted on the ground, her eyes lost their light as her gaze dropped, and a bitter smile appeared on her lips.
Arlo Seys hated her so much, they were no longer lovers, why is it that when something goes wrong, the first person she wants to rely on is always Arlo Seys?
It turns out she is so dependent on Arlo Seys.
"Can you get up?"
With her head lowered, suddenly a low, familiar and pleasant voice came from above her head, she instantly looked up in disbelief, softly whispering, "Arlo..."
"Ariel Morris, how exactly do you take care of yourself?!" Seeing her lips turn pale from the pain, Arlo Seys felt a nameless fire rising in his heart.
"Arlo, I’m not feeling well..." Ariel Morris bit her lower lip, her eyebrows furrowed in pain.
Arlo Seys bent over and picked her up horizontally, then turned and headed back into the house.
Ariel Morris’s face turned bright red in an instant, breathing in the familiar scent emanating from Arlo Seys, her heart thumped lively, "Arlo, my relative is here, and you’re wearing a white shirt..."
Before she could finish, she was silenced by a detached look from Arlo Seys;
Arlo Seys carried Ariel Morris back to the villa, heading straight to the sofa and putting her down. As soon as Ariel Morris sat down, she seemed to remember something and immediately sprang up, standing nervously, she glanced at Arlo Seys, feeling a bit awkward, "Arlo Seys, your sofa is quite expensive, right? My pants are dirty, and they might dirty the sofa too, I should stand instead."
As soon as Ariel Morris spoke, Arlo Seys shot her a sharp, cold look, "Ariel Morris, you’re actually not that annoying when you keep your mouth shut!"
"..." The implication being, she’s very annoying when she speaks?! God Seys! What did I do to offend you? How can you be so sharp-tongued? Ariel Morris inwardly complained.
Seeing her standing there in a daze, Arlo Seys coldly snorted, "Sit down!"
Ariel Morris obediently sat down immediately, not daring to disobey. God Seys wasn’t concerned about whether or not his precious sofa would get dirty; why should she pointless worry?
Seeing Ariel Morris sit down obediently, Arlo Seys’s anger slightly subsided, and he turned around, poured a cup of hot water, and handed it to Ariel Morris.
Ariel Morris thanked him, holding the hot water with both hands, warming herself with the hot glass cup in her ice-cold fingers. "Arlo Seys, do you have... um, that kind of bread thing here?"
Arlo Seys’s expression stiffened for a moment, showing some discomfort, he pursed his thin lips and replied coldly, "Why would I have that stuff!"
Ariel Morris looked up at him curiously, "How does your girlfriend handle her period when she comes here?"
Arlo Seys coldly grabbed the keys he had just placed on the coffee table and headed out without even saying a word.
Ariel Morris shrugged as she watched him turn and leave suddenly, continuing to drink the hot water in her hands to warm herself.
Arlo Seys went out the door. Royal View City is the most luxurious villa residential area in all of City C, home to the wealthy and prestigious. Any house here covers at least several hundred square meters. Arlo Seys drove to the supermarket at the entrance of the community.
Arriving at the supermarket, Arlo Seys was immediately approached by a sales assistant asking what he wanted to buy. Arlo Seys’s cool and indifferent expression didn’t change in the slightest, he scanned the supermarket and uttered lightly, "Where are the sanitary pads placed?"