Chapter 1096: Chapter 1096

Chapter 1096:

“I do trust you.”

After a while, Harlee and Tonya entered Rhys’ bedroom side by side. Rhys lay on the bed, shackled and immobile.

His bloodshot eyes were filled with fury, as though he would destroy Christopher, who stood guard over him.

Despite the bruises from the chains, Rhys still fought to break free.

This version of Rhys felt like a stranger to Harlee.

He resembled a wild creature she had once seen in the jungle—emotionless, driven purely by survival instincts.

Harlee’s vision blurred with tears, but she steeled herself to remain composed. She knelt in front of Rhys and gently took his right hand.

At her touch, Rhys’ agitation subsided, and he stared at her with intense focus, as if trying to recall something.

Harlee smiled softly, her gaze tender. She intertwined her fingers with his, resting her chin on the back of his hand, looking up at him with a smile.

“Don’t worry. I’m here.”

Rhys began to calm down, but confusion still clouded his eyes.

Tonya’s voice broke the silence as she brought the cage closer, causing Rhys to panic once more.

His eyes flared with murderous intent.

Harlee turned to Christopher and Robbie.

“You two, step outside.”

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Christopher and Robbie nodded silently, quietly exiting the room.

Harlee squeezed Rhys’ right hand, and with her other hand, she gently stroked his cheek.

“Don’t you remember? Tonya is my closest friend. She means you no harm. Please, stay calm. I know you’ve been suffering, but it will get better…”

Harlee continued to soothe him, gently patting the back of his hand, as though calming a child.

Rhys’ frenzy began to subside once again.

He licked his lips and, almost reflexively, tightened his grip on her hand.

When his hand clasped hers, tears slipped from Harlee’s eyes, and a smile spread across her face.

“You still can’t bear to let go of my hand. That’s a good sign!”

Rhys looked at Harlee with unfamiliar eyes, devoid of emotion, yet surprisingly calm. No anger remained.

Tonya gently tugged at Harlee’s sleeve, signaling that it was time to proceed.

Harlee nodded and stepped aside, allowing Tonya space.

“Don’t worry. Tonya’s here to help with the mystical golden insects.” Harlee’s gaze softened as she looked into Rhys’ eyes.

“Once the insects are inside, you’ll return to normal.”

Rhys licked his lips, glancing between Harlee and Tonya. The fury that had consumed him earlier faded, and his eyes softened, focusing on his hold on Harlee’s hand.

Harlee was taken aback. She hadn’t anticipated that even in this state, her hands would hold such significance for Rhys.

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