GoodNovelChapter 1132: "It might be a bit over-the-top, but it works perfectly for me," Harlee remarked with a mischievous grin. She stepped away from the telescope and wandered over to Rhys, propping her chin on her hand as she observed the unfamiliar ghe was engrossed in.
"Did you create this?" Rhys stiffened, his expression betraying his surprise.
"How could you tell?" He had been quietly developing the gfor days, making sure no one else saw it. How had she figured it out so quickly? "With visuals this terrible, only you could think they're charming," Harlee teased, feigning disdain.
Irritation sparked in Rhys as he set his phone down with calm precision. Rising from his seat, he made a move toward her, his frustration bubbling over.
Noticing his approach, Harlee swept her hair off her neck in an exaggerated gesture, as if daring him to act.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRhys froze momentarily, caught off guard by her boldness. With no other option, he lightly grasped her neck and shot her a dark look, conveying his annoyance without a word.
Harlee, however, burst into laughter, her smug expression making it clear she had successfully baited him. Rhys's irritation deepened. In one swift motion, he pulled her closer, pinning her beneath him.
His gaze sharpened, silently warning her to stop her antics or suffer the consequences.
But Harlee only laughed harder.
Get the newest chapters galnovalsBefore Rhys could lose his composure completely, she suddenly looped her arms around his neck, catching him off guard once again.
Tseemed to stop at that moment.
Rhys' posture becrigid, his arms relaxing slightly.
Harlee caught his hands before they could drop and gently positioned them around her waist, her gaze locking onto his with piercing intensity.
For him, memory loss was secondary.
His survival and presence were what truly mattered.
With a loud bang, the door burst open, revealing Christopher, clad in black, holding two cups of steaming tea.
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He halted sharply, taking in the sight before him: Rhys on the sofa m ys on sofao straddling Harlee's lap, his hands placed delicately on her waist. Half-raised in her seat, Harlee had her arms draped around Rhys' neck, their eyes locked in a deep gaze.
Overwhelmed, Christopher visibly shook, spilling the tea onto the floor.
What was happening here? Hown could Harlee engage so intimately with a man who had the mental capacity of a child? Didn't she have any sense of right and wrong? Any shred of decency or humanity? Christopher felt a mix of rage and embarrassment, wishing he could disappear and deny witnessing this scene.
Harlee, sensing Christopher's presence, let go of Rhys and reclined casually on the sofa as if nothing unusual had occurred.
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