Love Strategy: CEO He is Really Scheming！-Chapter 582: Do you really have nothing else to say to me?

Ariel Morris’s body trembled for a moment before she realized what she had just said. She quickly shook her head in a panic, "No, nothing—"

Arlo Seys’s thin lips instantly pressed into a straight line, cold and distant. He glanced lightly at Ariel Morris, quickly masking all his emotions, then lifted his leg to leave, "I’m going to the study to deal with some things. You should sleep first; don’t wait up for me."

Ariel Morris watched Arlo Seys’s retreating figure and gave a heavy "Mm" in response.

There seemed to be something wrong with Arlo tonight, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. What on earth happened? Did Susan Saxton say something to him at the police station, or was it trouble at work?

When Arlo Seys reached the door, he couldn’t resist stopping his steps. Without turning back, he asked in a faint voice, "Is there really nothing else you want to tell me?"

Ariel Morris paused in response to Arlo Seys’s sudden question. She furrowed her brows and replied in a low, hoarse voice, "Arlo—I—"

At her hesitation, Arlo Seys’s voice came back even deeper, "I’ll be busy first."

Having said that, Arlo Seys left the room without further pause.

Ariel Morris watched Arlo Seys’s turning figure walk away. Her fingertips dug painfully into her palm as she bit her lips, standing there for a long time.

Ariel Morris returned to the bed and sat down, taking out the lab report and medical records from her bag. Seeing the doctor’s note, ’critically ill, immediate overseas surgery recommended’, her eyes reddened involuntarily.

She had wanted to tell Arlo the truth just now, really couldn’t resist telling him.

But then thoughts of the Dublin wedding, which Arlo had been preparing for half a year, flooded her mind, and she found herself unable to speak.

With only two or three months left until the Dublin wedding, if she told Arlo now, she might not be able to attend it, and perhaps never be his bride in this lifetime. She truly couldn’t bring herself to say it.

This wedding was not just an eight-year anticipation for her, but also a perfect ending to Arlo’s eight-year wait. But now—her life couldn’t even be guaranteed. How could she give Arlo a happy ending?

Ariel Morris took out a piece of paper and a pen from her bag again, lowered her head, and began to write swiftly.

Drip, drip, droplets of crystal-clear tears slowly slid down her cheeks, falling onto the letter, smudging the notes.

"Arlo, I can’t bring myself to tell you about my illness, but I also don’t want to hide it anymore. Life still has a long way to go. If—I really die on the operating table, let the bride at the Dublin wedding be someone else, and I’ll hold no resentment. Arlo—don’t wait for me anymore. Eight years are enough."

"Your reaction upon reading this letter, I dare not even imagine. I concealed my illness from you because I found it hard to say."

"Arlo—if I really die, please forget me and complete that unfinished sweet and happy wedding for us."

"Arlo—Arlo—Arlo—"

As the last word fell, Ariel Morris’s choking murmur ceased.

On the black and elegant notes, tear blossoms spread out. Holding the handwritten letter, Ariel Morris wept silently.

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In the study.

Arlo Seys sat at the desk, recalling the scene in the room when he tentatively asked Ariel Morris. A deep, stabbing pain arose at the corner of his eye.

’Is there really nothing else you want to tell me?’ He had hoped, as he spoke those words, that she would talk about her illness or cry in front of him.

He hoped to be someone she trusted, hoped she would learn how to rely on him! Even if there was no cure, he wanted to marry her! And even if she truly left, there would be another lifetime, and he would wait for her! He would wait a lifetime!