Chapter 1166:
âStaying home every day doesnât suit me. I miss the excitement of controlling those big corporations. Plus, if Iâm back at the Green Group, I can take some of the load off you, so youâre not so overwhelmed,â Rhys explained. In his view, he was no longer just a kid.
He felt ready to take on responsibilities at the company and protect Harlee from any danger.
Harlee nodded and said, âUnderstood. Just hang in there a bit longer, and youâll be back.â
âAlright.â Rhys, still captivated by the enhanced version of the video heâd watched, said, âGo on with your work. Iâll be fine on my own here.â
Harlee said nothing and just stared at Rhys.
He refused to watch TV with her, and now he was urging her to leave. She almost lost the recollection of the Rhys who once loved her dearly. Yet, as long as he was healthy and safe, she couldnât complain. Reminding herself of this, Harlee stood and turned to leave the home theater.
As she exited, she glanced back to see Rhys eagerly grabbing a tablet and putting on headphones. She pondered if those soap operas were truly that engaging. She had many unanswered questions but found herself unable to express them.
After all, he was a different person now, and she had to adjust to this new reality.
In the evening, Harlee started feeling a headache, so she took a nap in her room.
She woke up after midnight. Thinking Rhys might still be up, she thought of taking him out for a late-night snack.
However, he was missing.
Harlee knocked on his bedroom door for a while, but no one answered. She cautiously opened it, finding the bed unoccupied. Worried, she rushed to the home theater and flipped on the lights. The room brightened instantly.
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There, in the vast space, Rhys was huddled in a corner with the tablet.
His face showed a mix of surprise and a slight blush when he saw Harlee.
Harlee just stood there, shocked. Rhys had dark circles under his eyes, his cheeks faintly red, and he seemed to be breathing unevenly.
âAre you staying up all night here, secretly watching soap operas?â she asked.
Rhys inwardly replied that it was something more thrilling than soap operas. Images of a man and woman in bed together flashed in Rhysâ mind.
He swallowed nervously, instinctively pulling a blanket around himself.
âYeah, itâs peaceful here.â
He was actually worried that Harlee might come in and insist on sharing the bed.
âAre these soap operas really that interesting?â Harlee asked, her curiosity piqued.
Rhysâ face deepened into a full blush. Unable to express the allure, he shifted the conversation.
âWere you looking for me?â Harlee realized he was dodging the question. Standing there, she felt more disconnected from this new version of Rhys. She wondered if she was expecting too much. Staring at him, she grew more suspicious that he was keeping secrets.
And that blush? Maybe there was another woman in his life.
Although it would be a lie to claim she wasnât hurt, Harlee managed to keep her emotions under control.
âI was actually wondering if youâd like to go out for a late-night meal.â
Harlee kept telling herself that when Rhys had brought Anika back, he had changed, and she shouldnât cling to the past. Still, she felt a sharp, needle-like pain inside, as if being stabbed from all directions.
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