Chapter 1153:
Even when there was a simple way to deal with enemies, Harlee preferred to play her cards differentlyâleveraging othersâ strength, as she did with Liliana this time or with Matteo the last time.
But her true brilliance lay in using others to achieve her goals, causing her enemies to fall without them ever realizing it. That was her true ruthlessness.
Harlee swirled the lingering bitterness of her coffee on her tongue before flashing a sly smile at Rhys.
âDonât you think the cat-and-mouse game is far more exciting?â
Finishing off an enemy with a single blow? How boring. The real thrill came from the chaseâletting them think they had a chance, only to snatch it away again and again. That was the true art of revenge.
Rhys fell silent.
Noticing his reaction, Harlee leaned forward, her tone teasing.
âIf it bothers you so much, I could finish her off sooner than planned!â
âAs long as you are happy,â Rhys responded quickly.
He still preferred seeing her bright and lively expression whenever she was engaged in something she loved.
âDoes making me happy make you happy?â she asked, her eyes narrowing as she studied him intently.
Rhys froze, his throat tight and his body stiffening at her gaze.
âYes⦠No⦠Maybe notâ¦â he stammered, his thoughts muddled.
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He couldnât focus on anything except that scene from the night before, making his face flush with heat.
Harlee gazed at his reddened face, finding it so kissable. She pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on her coffee. She drained the last of it in one swift gulp. Shifting uncomfortably, she tried to redirect the conversation.
âBy the way, I heard you called your old family doctor this morning.
Are you feeling unwell?â
Tonya had been so preoccupied with searching for Ritchie that she hadnât had the chance to take care of Rhys. In her absence, Harlee had stepped in to monitor Rhysâ health, keeping a close eye on any changes in his condition.
Rhysâ expression flickered for a moment.
âItâs nothing. I just want to know when I might recover my memories.â
Harleeâs brow furrowed. Why was he suddenly so fixated on recovering his memories? Hadnât he always despised the 33-year-old version of himself?
Something about his tone struck Harlee. She felt there was more to his words than he was letting on. Just as she was about to ask, Christopherâs voice sliced through the silence, announcing that the doctor had arrived.
âIâll go get the checkup done,â Rhys muttered, hastily rising from his seat and making a beeline for the glass house in the yard.
His departure was so swift that he looked like he was fleeing.
Harlee watched him leave, confusion swirling inside her. She hadnât pressed him for answersâso why did he look like he was running away? Still, she didnât follow him. Maybe he just needed some time alone.
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