His Versatile Gorgeous Wife novel Chapter 857

Initially, we planned on sending one of the subordinates, but I couldn't risk having the cruise incident happen to you again.

At that point, it became clear to Arielle that Harvey volunteered for the mission because she had almost died from the bombing incident. As foolish as that was, she knew his intentions were good.

The chances of me surviving this mission are slim to none, but it's a risk that I must take. I have to find out who's behind it. If I get the chance to end him, that'd be even better. However, if my identity gets exposed, please bury my ashes in Lightspring. That place means a lot to me because it's where I first met you.

A wave of sadness washed over Arielle as she continued reading: You may think it sounds ridiculous, but if I hadn't met you that day, I'd have died in Lightspring. In the beginning, what I had for you was nothing more than gratitude. But when I couldn't find you, I felt like I had lost my soul. Only when I met you for the second time in Chanaea did I realize that I had fallen in love with you. If something does happen to me, please don't feel guilty about it. After all, I owe you my life.

By now, tears had welled up in Arielle's eyes.

Going undercover had always been dangerous, but she never expected Harvey to take on the mission without the intention of coming back alive.

Then, she came to the last line of the letter: I like you, Arielle. I truly do. If I manage to make it back in one piece, will you give me a chance to woo you?

Arielle's hands stiffened when she read that.

Yes, there were many things she could promise Harvey, especially since he did risk his life for her.

However, love was not one of those.

After all, it was impossible to control one's feelings when it came to love.

“We're here,” Vinson suddenly said, bringing Arielle out of her daze.

She was about to get out of the car when Vinson's hand shot out and grabbed her wrist.

Arielle turned around in astonishment, only to see his face contorted in an apologetic grimace. “I'm sorry...”