"Ariel, the Morris Clan does not belong to Damien Morris; he snatched it from your grandfather. I will help you take back your grandfather's Morris Clan! Consider it my wedding gift to you," Arlo Seys held Ariel Morris, his voice gentle.
Ariel Morris gently smiled, her dimples appearing, "Okay, I won't be shy around you, then. Here's to Thomas Smith winning the battle against the Morris Clan!"
Arlo Seys laughed, "Why should you be polite with me? You are my wife, helping you is the most natural thing to do. No one can bully my wife."
Ariel Morris wrapped her arms around Arlo Seys's neck, her eyebrows dancing with joy, "Mr. Seys, I'm falling more in love with you, what should I do?"
"Then love me for a lifetime," Arlo Seys gently pecked Ariel Morris's thin lips, "You call me your husband in front of Benny Saxton, but never in front of me. Mrs. Seys, in return, can you call me husband, hmm?"
