Chapter 1007:
Absolutely hopeless. Throwing an arm around Harlee, she said with mock seriousness, âFor someone as sharp as you, it wouldnât kill you to develop a little emotional awareness!â Without giving Harlee a chance to respond, Tonya pushed her toward the door, shutting it firmly behind her.
If the conversation dragged on, Tonya was afraid she might impulsively point out the glaring signs of Noelâs feelings for Harlee one by oneâbut some truths had to be discovered on oneâs own.
Outside, the night stretched on. Streetlights illuminated the roads, but Rhysâ villa remained enveloped in shadows. Rhys, resting comfortably in the hidden room ofâ¦
Rhys, still lying in the study, was abruptly awakened by a suffocating weight and the unmistakable feel of cold metal against his temple. Opening his eyes, he found Harlee glaring at him, her delicate face icy, her gaze sharp as a blade.
Not only had Harlee infiltrated the villa yet again in the middle of the night, but she had also uncovered the hidden door in the study.
As Rhysâ mind shifted to Christopher, his eyes darkened briefly, though he quickly masked it. Knowing Christopher, he figured Christopher had probably disappeared the moment Harlee arrived. Otherwise, she wouldnât have looked so triumphant.
Rhys could imagine Harlee storming into his shared room with Anika, finding it empty, and then stumbling upon the secret room in his study. Just thinking about the chain of events gave him a headache.
How was he supposed to explain not sleeping in the same bed as Anika without rousing Harleeâs suspicions?
Calmly, Rhys reached out and clasped Harleeâs wristâthe one not gripping the weaponâand pulled her closer.
Despite this, Harleeâs other hand remained steady, the firearm pressed firmly to his temple.
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Glaring at him, she said icily, âLet go, or Iâll shoot.â
Rhys tightened his grip, bringing her closer still.
âThen pull the trigger.â
Silence fell between them.
Harlee pressed her lips together. This infuriating man! He knew she needed his help.
Forced into a stalemate, Harlee ended up awkwardly leaning against his chest.
Her voice was as cold as ever when she finally said, âLetâs strike a deal.â
Rhys arched a brow.
âWhat kind of deal?â
Taking advantage of the moment, Harlee freed herself from his embrace, sitting up on the bed.
Her gaze turned unreadable as she said, âHelp me handle Jeffâs family.â
Rhys didnât answer immediately.
He was already aware of Anikaâs recent schemes and had gathered enough leverage against Jeffâs family.
His initial plan had been to assist Harlee discreetly in Noelâs name. What he hadnât anticipated was her showing up like thisâin the dead of night.
When Rhys remained silent, Harlee didnât press him. She leaned back casually, her posture languid, exuding an air of indifference as if she owned the space.
After a long pause, Rhys reached for her face, his fingers hovering near her lips, before she slapped his hand away without hesitation.
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