Her action provoked Arlo Seys's displeasure. Arlo quickly cupped the back of her head, his eyes cold as ice, and swiftly switched their positions.
Ariel Morris was bewildered when Arlo released her, and before she could feel delighted, a sense of spinning hit her. By the time she realized it, she had already been repositioned by Arlo.
She found herself leaning against the balcony railing, with Arlo looking down at her, his gaze intense and giving no room for retreat.
Arlo's gaze was as icy as ever, devoid of any warmth. A chill from the night enveloped Ariel, and she shivered slightly, staring with wide eyes at the face in front of her—a face cold as ice, with no warmth. Suddenly, her eyelashes trembled, and her heart felt as if it was hit by something, shaking uncontrollably.
Arlo's coldness made her feel unfamiliar and fearful.
How did the young man in the white shirt, who used to indulge and spoil her, turn into this?
