Chapter 1109: Chapter 1109

Chapter 1109:

Christopher watched as Rhys’ complexion shifted from pale to flushed. Rhys’ lips occasionally tightened, and his forehead creased. It didn’t seem like he was plotting—just visibly unsettled.

This was a version of Rhys that Christopher recognized all too well. Over the past three years, Rhys had frequently faced this kind of strain, particularly when Anika and Eugenia made bold moves that Rhys struggled to counter. That familiar expression was always the result.

And more often than not, Christopher bore the brunt of it.

Instinctively, Christopher stepped back, but Rhys caught him mid-movement.

“Come here.” Rhys’ voice was ice-cold.

Swallowing his nerves, Christopher stepped forward quickly.

“Mr. Green.”

Rhys’ sharp gaze locked onto Christopher.

He raised an eyebrow slightly, gesturing toward Harlee, and asked coldly, “Who is that woman?”

Before Christopher could answer, Rhys added with emphasis, “And don’t think of dodging this time.” For the past two days, Christopher had sidestepped answering directly, as if Rhys’ once-loyal confidant had become nothing more than a puppet under Harlee’s influence.

Christopher’s chest tightened under the weight of Rhys’ unyielding stare. With no room to evade further, he replied earnestly, “Harlee is extraordinarily competent.” As Christopher spoke, memories of their initial meeting at the villa resurfaced.

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“She’s fierce—two of me couldn’t take her on. She excels in handling critical situations, never leaving adversaries a chance to strike back. She’s unmatched in ensuring her team’s safety, always shielding them from harm without hesitation.” Christopher’s words carried the weight of genuine respect for Harlee, drawn from experiences he had witnessed firsthand while serving in the shadows. That respect was the reason he had shown deference the moment he met Harlee.

“She doesn’t have any flaws?” Rhys questioned, his stare unwavering.

After a brief hesitation, Christopher responded, “Are you hoping she does?”

“I just want to understand her better,” Rhys said, his voice sharp and cold, betraying a hint of lingering hostility toward Harlee.

“She loves you deeply and would go to any lengths for you,” Christopher added quickly, attempting to quell Rhys’ suspicions.

“Mr. Green, whatever doubts you may harbor, her devotion to you is unquestionable.”

Christopher’s expression softened with sincerity, hoping his words would pacify Rhys’ simmering mistrust.

He feared that Rhys, still unstable, might act impulsively as he had before, unintentionally harming Harlee in the process.

Knowing how deeply Rhys cared for Harlee, Christopher felt it was his responsibility to ensure nothing jeopardized her safety.

Anything less, and when Rhys’ memory fully returned, he’d be crushed by regret. Love? Devotion? Rhys’ lips tightened, his hands balling into fists as he mulled over Christopher’s words.

“Rhys.” At that moment, Harlee approached, her tone calm as her gaze rested on him.

“It’s getting late. We’re heading back to the country tomorrow. You should get some rest after taking your medicine.”

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