Chapter 1039: Chapter 1039

Chapter 1039:

Whatever glimmer of warmth Harlee had felt toward Rhys evaporated instantly.

“Get out!” she demanded.

“I’ll leave when you’re done,” he replied.

“Rhys, do you realize how repulsive your arrogance is?”

“I do.

But it pairs perfectly with the blandness of your porridge.”

Harlee was speechless. She stared at him, trying to fathom how he had managed to become this insufferable over the years. Outraged, she turned back to her bowl, each spoonful fueling her simmering anger.

The rest of the meal passed in tense silence, neither bothering to address the other.

Just as Harlee neared the bottom of her bowl, a shrill voice pierced through the stillness from outside.

“Step aside! I’m your boss’s girlfriend! Who do you think you are, stopping me?”

“Apologies, but no visitors are allowed here. Please leave.” Harlee’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. She raised an eyebrow at Rhys.

“Aren’t you going to handle your girlfriend?”

Rhys, still savoring his extravagant meal, gave a short, detached command.

“If she refuses to leave, throw her out.”

Lаtєѕt chɑptєrs іn g𝑎lnοvєls.𝑐ο𝗺

Harlee froze, staring at him as if he’d lost his mind. What on earth was he up to? On one hand, he had walked away from their relationship for Anika, yet on the other, he wouldn’t let Anika disrupt their dinner now. Was he trying to anger everyone? Or was this his twisted idea of keeping the peace?

Harlee was lost in her thoughts when Rhys’ sudden gaze pulled her back to reality, his sly smile unmistakable.

He smirked slightly, his tone laced with a teasing edge.

“Miss Sanderson, please don’t read too much into it. I simply wish to keep our partnership unaffected.” Rhys had meticulously planned everything and wasn’t about to let it unravel now. What he needed from Harlee at the moment was for her to detest him.

Harlee’s eyes turned icy at his words, and she replied flatly, “Mr. Green, perhaps you should first address the issues with your girlfriend.”

Rhys relaxed slightly. Predictably, Harlee refused to let her feelings cloud her judgment.

He cast a calm glance at her before turning his attention back to his meal, slicing into the steak with elegance, an affectionate gleam lingering in his eyes.

Harlee lowered her head, stirring her porridge absentmindedly.

Her mind raced. Where were Ritchie and the others? Why hadn’t they shown up? Even if Rhys had imposed restrictions, silence from all of them seemed unlikely.

Could something have gone wrong? She bit her spoon in frustration, oblivious to the soft, lingering look Rhys directed at her.

They ate in silence, neither breaking the stillness.

Afterward, Rhys didn’t leave. Once the staff cleared the dining table, he headed off for a shower.

Harlee lay half-propped on the bed, messaging Ritchie. Moments later, Rhys strolled back into the room, drying his damp hair.

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