"I have no idea about the things happening to you, it was another man who accompanied you for eight years; how can I not be jealous?"
Arlo Seys murmured softly, his gaze falling on Ariel Morris's drooping left wrist resting on the quilt, where a delicate bracelet was worn on her snowy white wrist, dazzling.
Arlo Seys looked at the bracelet feeling it stung his eyes, reaching out toward Ariel Morris's left hand.
He wanted to take off the bracelet, remove things given by another man.
But when his hand touched the bracelet, it suddenly withdrew. She hadn't hidden anything from him; earlier she voluntarily told him about meeting Langdon Seal. She was so candid. If he took her bracelet off while she was sleeping, what would she think?
His gaze fell onto her jade-like neck, where a custom-made EX necklace 'Lock Love' was hanging. Arlo Seys felt a little comforted.
