CHAPTER 66: CHAPTER 66: MY HATRED FOR YOU WILL NOT END UNTIL DEATH!

Arlo Seys turned his back to Ariel Morris, and with a cold smile, he uttered each word like an icy blade, "My hatred for you will never end until death."

Years ago, the person he loved so deeply gave him the deepest pain of his life.

The emotions and sincerity he invested, what did they bring him in return? A memory he can never forget!

His true heart was fed to a group of money-grubbing shameless people from the Morris Family! That incident he will never forget!

Money, he didn’t care about it; if he had known Ariel Morris needed it, he would have definitely helped.

But what did Ariel give him? She silently left for abroad, for a whole eight years!

Now, what qualifications does Ariel Morris have to deserve his forgiveness?

The love he once had for Ariel Morris is now equaled by his hatred!

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Arlo Seys turned and entered the villa without a backward glance at Ariel Morris.

Arlo went inside the house, opened the door, turned on the lights in the living room, and went upstairs to the bedroom. In the large, spacious master bedroom, he didn’t turn on the lights and walked straight in.

Walking to the balcony, the light gauze and silver moon spread across the ground, instantly enveloping him, his shadow looked lonely and desolate.

He stood on the balcony, his gaze involuntarily falling on the gate. Time stood still, his eyes filled with the figure and appearance of that person, even after being apart for eight years, it was etched clearly into his bones, never blurred for a moment.

The deeper night of spring came with heavier dew.

After Arlo Seys left, Ariel Morris kept standing there dazed, her hands and feet cold, with the blood in her entire body flowing slowly, as if plunged into an ice cellar.

A cramping pain came from her lower abdomen, and she squatted down, pressing tightly against her stomach.

This pain was too familiar, a trouble almost every girl has to face, it was a sign of that time of the month visiting!

Ariel even had the urge to die; the past couple of days, being tormented by Valeria Johnson, she had forgotten that her period was coming soon! Her period was always quite punctual, rarely delayed or late.

But, damn it, it’s coming now? Where is she supposed to find a menstrual pad?

Just when Ariel Morris was urgently worried to the point of liver pain, a small warm flow discharged from her lower abdomen...

She pressed her abdomen, trying to ease some pain, gritted her teeth, steeled herself, and shamelessly dialed the first contact number on her phone.

The phone barely rang with the connecting tone before it was cut off after just two rings...

She looked at the house inside the tightly closed iron gate, pressing against her abdomen with one hand and quickly sending a text message with the phone in the other, while squatting on the ground.

On the balcony, just as Arlo Seys was watching the gate in agitation, his phone suddenly rang. He picked it up and saw a string of numbers on the caller ID.

This string of numbers... is hers.

Although she had only called him once, somehow it was imprinted on his mind, those eleven-digit numbers in the contact were recitable like the back of his hand.

Arlo got momentarily lost in thought, his finger instinctively sliding to reject the call. His hand holding the phone, fingers a bit stiff, remained in place over the reject location, unmoving.

About a minute later, his phone indicated a new message had come in. Arlo’s heart suddenly skipped a beat, a small surge of unknown tension hidden within. He snapped back to his senses, looked down and unlocked his phone screen, and sure enough, the sender was the person who had just crossed his subconscious mind.

He opened the message, and there was a line sent by Ariel Morris: "Arlo Seys, do you have any... menstrual pads at your house?"

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Arlo almost dropped his phone from the shock, struggling to calm the turbulent waves in his heart, he coldly replied with two words, "I don’t!"

Just seconds after sending the message, Ariel’s call came through again.

Arlo’s hand holding the phone tightened slightly, his thin lips pressed together, hesitating on how to handle this call.

The phone rang again and again, and by the third time, Arlo found it difficult to maintain his composure, feeling restless and uneasy, so he pressed the answer button.