GoodNovelChapter 1108: Without thinking, Christopher shifted to the side, careful not to make even the faintest noise. Once he was confident he was out of sight, he leaned against the wall, steadying his breath. Only after several moments did the tension in his chest begin to ease. Rhys was still only twelve years old, but his imposing aura was undeniable.
Ever since waking up from his recent fainting spell, Rhys' memories had been somewhat reclaimed, anchoring him to his twelve-year-old self. Unlike before, he retained every detail of the recent events.
According to Tonya, Rhys would remain in this childlike state until his full recollection returned.
This revelation made Christopher tread even more carefully.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter all, Rhys at twelve was at his most devious.
A sudden sound-a rhythmic thump-broke Christopher's thoughts.
He turned, catching sight of Rhys hopping past him, one leg bouncing in an almost playful manner, heading toward the first-floor pool.
Christopher frowned. Just as Tonya had noted, Rhys' left foot was suddenly paralyzed.
Any contact with the ground left him drenched in sweat from the apparent pain.
Yet, here Rhys was, skipping around as though nothing was wrong. The contradiction unsettled Christopher. Was Rhys faking it, or was there another explanation for the agony? By the pool, Rhys sat, his gaze fixed on the water's surface.
Christopher remained rooted, grappling with his confusion.
Gripping the armrest tightly, Rhys seemed tense. The recent influx of memories had left him bewildered. Your favorite stories are on gVlnovesHow could a child's mind be stuck in a grown man's body? And why did the events of the past two days feel so vivid and real? What could cause such chaotic memories? As these questions swirled in Rhys' mind, a group of patrol guards dressed in black strode past.
Among them stood Harlee, the woman who had consumed his memories of these past two days. She issued instructions with authority, and the guards bowed in silent reverence. This was her domain.
Everything moved under her command.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHow could he ever hope to return to his homeland? Watching Harlee, Rhys recalled the events from earlier that day. She didn't like him with fragmented memories. In his current state-weak and vulnerable—he could barely challenge her.
But he vowed not to allow himself to be manipulated again, not like when he was ten. Rhys' lips tightened, his eyes filled with resolve. Yet, unbidden, Harlee's gentle expression crept into his mind.
Her face was flawless, her features delicate yet striking.
Dark eyes framed by elegant brows, skin smooth as porcelain...
Suddenly, Rhys snapped back to reality. What was wrong with him? Why was he thinking of her beauty as though it excused her ruthlessness? At a moment like this, he was dwelling on her appearance? What was going on with him? His scowl grew more severe, as if it could freeze time. He was irritated with himself.
How had he allowed the first person he encountered after waking to m e disrupt his thoughts so completely?
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