GoodNovelChapter 1105: Caught up in his turmoil, Rhys barely registered the blaring horn.
He stumbled as a black car zoomed by, splashing muddy water all over him.
Following behind were several more vehicles—first a white car, then a yellow one, and another black one.
Each passed by quickly, leaving Rhys stranded in the middle of the road. The blaring horns felt like they were piercing through him.
Trying to regain scontrol, Rhys dashed to a large rock beside the road and huddled against it, hoping for srefuge. The rock offered little protection, barely fitting his adult frame.
Frustrated, Rhys banged his head against the stone.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHis ten-year-old mindset had led him to underestimate the situation.
He regretted leaving the only place he knew without a solid plan.
He should have thought his actions through first.
Overwhelmed with self-criticism, Rhys bit his lip hard, as if trying to draw strength from his own resolve.
Just then, footsteps splashed through the puddles as they drew closer. The rain above Rhys lessened in intensity, replaced by the soft sound of raindrops tapping against an umbrella.
Despite this, Rhys stubbornly kept his gaze lowered.
He couldn't bear the thought of being seen in such a desolate state.
Noticing his reluctance, Harlee crouched beside him, offering a gentle smile.
"Rhys, I've cto take you home," she said softly.
Latest chapters uploaded galRhys raised his head in disbelief, and at that moment, the only sound that reached him was Harlee's tender voice.
Harlee retrieved a tissue from her pocket, knelt down, and, with a gentle smile, wiped the rain from his face. "Let's head home," she said softly.
At this, Rhys remained rigid, crouched where he was, his gaze fixed on Harlee.
Her touch felt soothing, gentle, and caring, much like his mother tending to his father.
"Harlee..." Rhys muttered, his voice stiff.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHarlee's posture stiffened slightly, her eyes welling up, but she smiled warmly.
"What is it?" Her calm voice and movements stirred an unexplainable desire in Rhys to draw closer.
But he wasn't naive.
He knew she wasn't seeing him—she was seeing the thirty-three-year-old Rhys.
"Did you pushoutside earlier on purpose?" he asked, stressing each word, his sharp gaze filled with hostility.
After escaping those watchful eyes, Rhys had gone to Christopher and used unorthodox methods to uncover recent events.
He had been poisoned, and today marked the second day after taking the antidote. Initially he had lost all memories after being detoxified. Realizing this, he concluded that the earlier trouble likely stemmed from Harlee's actions. Her goal was to force him to reclaim more memories from wandering outside.
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