novelraw Chapter 441: Two Jealous Men
Chapter 441: Two Jealous Men
Arlo Seys was pulled back to his thoughts by Jorge Saxton’s voice. He glanced at Jorge, his voice cold: "No need!"Jorge Saxton paused for a moment, "I’m just choosing a good resting place for my sister. I won’t fight you over the words on her tombstone. If you want to engrave something like ’Arlo Seys’ wife,’ I’ll allow it, so my arrangement is reasonable and fair."
Does he, as her biological brother, not even have the right to choose a cemetery? Arlo Seys is simply overbearing beyond measure!
Arlo Seys stepped forward to follow the nurses, brushing past Jorge Saxton indifferently.
Seeing his lukewarm demeanor, Jorge couldn’t help but curse silently. He hurried to catch up with Arlo, just as he saw the nurses pushing Ariel Morris into the ICU room.
"What... what’s happening?" Jorge Saxton was full of astonishment.
Arlo Seys pressed his lips together, stepped forward, and stopped the nurses from moving Ariel to the room’s hospital bed. He bent down, gently picked Ariel up, and placed her on the bed, his gaze tender and warm.
The nurse smiled, "Sir, you treat your wife really well. Thanks to your heartfelt calls, it seems you awoke her will to survive. Tonight is the most critical time, you need to watch over your wife’s condition closely. If anything happens, come to the duty room to find us."
Arlo Seys nodded, and the nurse walked out.
The way Arlo Seys had held Ariel Morris just now was very gentle, his gaze warm and his face faintly smiling. Jorge Saxton, standing at the foot of the bed, suddenly felt his heart skip a beat, his eyes wide as he stared at the person on the bed in disbelief, "Ariel, she—she—"
Arlo Seys gently tucked the blanket around Ariel, his slender, fair fingers brushing over her brow and eyes with a faint smile, "Jorge Saxton, didn’t you want a bride price? I will get you the bride price you want in the shortest time and marry Ariel."
Jorge quickly walked over, staring at Ariel’s pale face, his expression agitated, "My sister, is she really... okay?"
Arlo Seys chuckled softly, his fingertips gently tracing Ariel’s features, his gaze deep, "I knew you couldn’t bear to leave me, wouldn’t abandon me alone."
Jorge Saxton: "Can’t you hold off on the deep affection? Just tell me, how did you do it!" Jorge’s voice was brimming with uncontrollable joy.
Arlo Seys turned and glanced at Jorge, his tone rather disdainful, "Don’t you think you’re being a third wheel?"
Can’t you just keep your mouth shut? Why so shamelessly disturb him and Ariel?
Jorge sneered, "Why aren’t you the third wheel? If anything, Ariel and I are blood-related siblings. Don’t you think you’re the one interrupting my time alone with my sister?"
Arlo Seys retorted mercilessly, "In terms of time, I’ve known Ariel for eight years, longer than you. In terms of intimacy, we’re husband and wife, sharing the same bed. With me here, for any signature, my qualifications come first. So, Jorge Saxton, who do you think is the third wheel?"
"...You’re not exactly thin-skinned." Absolutely shameless! Even bringing up sharing a bed to brag in front of him!! Jorge relentlessly ridiculed Arlo Seys in his mind ten times over.
A brother-in-law and a big brother, two grown men, eyeing each other with disdain in the ICU, the room filled with a sour jealousy...
All night long, Arlo Seys and Jorge Saxton sat on either side of Ariel Morris’s bed, not daring to move an inch.
Fortunately, Ariel Morris’s condition remained stable and did not worsen again.
At dawn, Arlo Seys, while holding Ariel Morris’s hand, felt a slight movement in her palm. His pupils instantly brightened, and with trembling fingers, he brushed over Ariel’s brow and eyes, murmuring softly, "Ariel, wake up, open your eyes and look at me."....