The two of them were like returning to the starting point when they first met eight years ago.
"Ariel Morris! Get out of my way! Don't think I really won't hit you!" Arlo Seys's thin lips trembled slightly, his fingers gripping the steering wheel instinctively tightened, barely holding himself back from getting out of the car.
Ariel Morris said nothing, biting her lip and standing her ground, not moving an inch, her eyes resolutely meeting Arlo Seys's gaze, speaking volumes.
A cold light intensified in Arlo Seys's eyes as he pushed the car door open and stepped out, walking towards Ariel Morris with an icy aloofness.
His approach emanated an extreme coldness, Ariel Morris bit her lip, stubbornly holding back the tears in her eyes as she watched him come closer.
"Arlo, please listen to me, okay?" Ariel Morris's voice was trembling and hoarse.
Arlo Seys let out a cold laugh, grabbing her left wrist, "Ariel Morris! Your left wrist, explain it to me clearly!"
