Their hands were still clasped together, standing in the heavy rain, gazing into each other's eyes, only the sound of rain falling around them.
Arlo Seys stared into Ariel Morris's eyes, a hint of indifference in his brows and eyes, his tone brooking no argument: "I'm sending you to Italy! For treatment!"
"Arlo ---- I ----- " Ariel looked at his indifference, her throat choked, and no words could come out.
Arlo held Ariel's hand, lifted it up, his gaze falling on the antique silver bracelet on her wrist, his eyes deep: "When will you truly believe in my love for you? Ariel Morris, is it because in our youth it was always you chasing, you giving to this relationship, so you have no confidence? No confidence in your place in my heart?"
Ariel's gaze also shifted to her wrist, and at the same time, she saw the bracelet that she had given him on Arlo's wrist. An antique silver bracelet, a delicate bracelet entwined, the two fair hands tightly clasped, their deep love beyond doubt.
