GoodNovelChapter 1110: At the mention of medicine, Rhys' expression darkened.
He loathed the bitterness but refused to let her see it as a weakness.
"Let's go," Rhys muttered tersely, shooting her a fleeting glance before hopping back toward the bedroom.
Each step was deliberate, Rhys' injured foot grazing the floor twice, the pain forcing beads of sweat to form on his brow.
Noticing Rhys' discomfort, Christopher hurried forward, concern laced in his voice as he turned to Harlee. "About his foot..." His words trailed off, unsure how to express his concern.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHarlee stopped, her expression steady.
"I'm unsure. The effects of the mythical golden insect are unpredictable, but he will recover. I would never put him in harm's way." "Understood," Christopher replied with a respectful nod, realizing with unease that he was increasingly falling into the role of her subordinate.
Harlee first returned to her room to grab a blanket before entering Rhys' quarters. Tonya had mentioned that Rhys' condition required ongoing care, so Harlee decided to rest in the courtyard outside his room for the evening.
Harlee understood that Rhys, in his current state, was like a twelve-year-old child. She had no intention of overstepping boundaries or making unreasonable requests of him.
When Harlee entered the bedroom, Rhys was sitting rigidly, clutching a cup.
Explore captivating tales on gal no v sHis expression was a mix of hesitation and determination, as if he wanted to move forward but couldn't quite bring himself to.
The bitter scent of the drink was unmistakable, strong enough to make anyone recoil. Rhys scrunched his face, frowning, and moved to set the cup aside.
His gaze landed on a vase on the table, and without thinking, he began to pour the contents of the cup into the vase.
Just before any liquid could spill, a pair of hands steadied the cup. Surprised, Rhys looked up, meeting Harlee's steady, unfaltering gaze.
Her eyes were striking-calm and without a hint of judgment.
"Trying to get rid of it?" Harlee asked lightly.
Rhys quickly shook his head.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"No, of course not! I'm not afraid of a little bitterness." Harlee couldn't hold back a laugh.
Flushed with embarrassment, Rhys scowled.
"What's so funny? You don't believe me? Fine, I'll show you. Watch—I'm not afraid to drink it!" With exaggerated determination, he raised the cup and swallowed its contents.
The intense bitterness immediately overwhelmed him, making him gag.
He squeezed his thigh to keep from reacting, forcing himself to say, "See? No problem at all. Ugh..." Without missing a beat, Harlee placed a lollipop in his mouth.
"Well done.
Here's your prize."
Rhys was left speechless. What was going on? Did she think he was an child who needed encouragement? But the lollipop... it was incredibly sweet. mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliI0fiflO&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1
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