Arlo Seys looked at Ariel Morris, who was on the hospital bed with her eyes lowered, not daring to look at him. Her appearance was incredibly obedient, yet he absolutely loathed this deanor!
She cloaked herself in an armor of indifference, seeming impervious to everything, which disgusted him from the depths of his soul!
Ariel Morris shouldn’t be like this.
The Ariel Morris he rembered hid a streak of cunning and sharp-tongued wit beneath her pure exterior, a stubbornness unwilling to admit defeat—that was the distinctive, warmly laughing Ariel Morris he knew!
Ti has indeed changed so much.
Eight years, 2,922 days, 70,128 hours.
Not only have their personalities transford.
It’s turned them into strangers, into him and her.
Made them beco the most familiar strangers.
Arlo Seys’s gaze turned exceedingly cold, devoid of any warmth. He looked at Ariel Morris and mocked, "No need! At that ti, I was eating with soone at Lushwoods, and even if it was a stranger asking for help, I would have lent a hand!"
Ariel Morris could certainly detect his sarcasm and disdain, her fingers clutched the blanket tightly, yet she didn’t dare to raise her eyes to look at him.
"I just happened to bring you so food while I was out for dinner." Arlo Seys placed the bag he was carrying on the bedside table, looked at the silently downcast person, and continued coldly: "Ariel Morris, I don’t know where you got my phone number, but I hope it’s just this once, don’t let it happen again! Don’t bother anymore! Because I truly despise you Morris Clan! Before I lose my temper, take the hint!"
Arlo Seys turned around and began to walk out.
"Arlo Seys..." Ariel Morris called out to him softly, her voice hoarse.
Arlo Seys halted but did not turn around, waiting for her to continue.
"Is it...no matter how I try to get close, I can never enter your world again?"
Arlo Seys chuckled lightly, his silhouette cold and indifferent.
The corners of Ariel Morris’s eyes stung, and she instinctively bit her lower lip, trying hard to hold back the tears.
"Ariel Morris, you once entered my world. But did you ever cherish it?"
Arlo Seys’s figure disappeared at the hospital room’s entrance.
Ariel Morris pressed her lips together, forcing back the glistening in her eyes.
She opened the food Arlo Seys brought her and began to eat large mouthfuls.
The dish Arlo Seys brought was white fungus with goji berries porridge.
White fungus and red goji berries, a beautiful color, she looked at it and kept eating hungrily.
See, pretty things are always delicious! Her appetite was just fine! Even though she’d just been hurt by Arlo Seys’s words, she could still eat heartily! Completely unaffected!
Ariel Morris, look at how strong you are!
Arlo Seys is still doing well without you! His career is thriving, and the Era Enterprise he founded is progressing rapidly! As for love, with the prominence of the Seys Family, Arlo Seys’s future wife will certainly be a gentle and considerate upper-class socialite heiress!
Ariel Morris, see, you’re living well without Arlo Seys too!
Enjoying eight years abroad, right?
Thinking like this, Ariel Morris forced a slight smile but in an instant, tears glistened down her cheeks.
Between us, each is well off, yet we’re even worse than strangers.
Eight years, not a single email, not a word of greeting, they lost touch with each other in ti.
Yet upon eting, it’s cold sarcasm exchanged.
Isn’t this the saddest thing in life?
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Arlo Seys, who turned and left the hospital room, sat with a cigarette in hand in front of the flower beds on the first floor of the inpatient building, focusing on Ariel Morris’s hospital room.
Beside his foot was a can of empty beer, filled with many cigarette butts.
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