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.
