Chapter 1180: Chapter 1180

Chapter 1180:

Harlee returned to Remson Manor after 3:40 a.m. She went to her room, freshened up, changed into something comfortable, and then quietly approached Rhys’ door, gently pushing it open. With the suspension of the S-class bounty still unresolved, she worried about him and decided to check on him.

The room was dark, save for the faint moonlight seeping through the windows—just enough for Harlee to make out Rhys sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard.

His figure was swallowed by the surrounding gloom, making it impossible to tell what was on his mind.

“Did I wake you?” Harlee walked over, a bit surprised, assuming he had been roused by the noise she made.

Rhys looked up abruptly, his deep, piercing eyes full of accusation and frustration.

His lips parted as if to speak, but he lowered his gaze in silence instead.

“Is something wrong? Are you unwell?” Harlee stepped closer, switching on the small lamp beside the bed, and sitting cross-legged in front of him.

Rhys immediately stood up, wrapping his whole being in the blanket.

“Are you mad at me?” Harlee gently patted the blanket, speaking softly.

“Is it because I didn’t message you immediately after arriving in Neshela? Or because I promised to let you know when I returned, but forgot?”

Rhys turned his back to her, ignoring her completely.

Watching his back, Harlee recalled their last conversation.

“Are you upset because I ended the video call before you were finished?”

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There was a slight shift under the blanket.

“I didn’t hang up on purpose—it was an accident,” she explained softly, still patting the blanket.

“If that’s why you’re upset, I’m sorry.”

Finally, Rhys moved, and his handsome face emerged from under the blanket.

Harlee was a bit startled.

Rhys was now kneeling on the bed, clutching the blanket tightly with both hands, his cold gaze fixed on her. In a low, hoarse voice, he said, “Harlee, I hate you!”

Rhys was irritated.

Harlee had called him her only good friend. Why was this man, Jonathan, suddenly involved? And why was Robbie warmer toward Jonathan than him? He had kept all his frustrations bottled up throughout the day.

“Hate me?” Harlee narrowed her eyes, her voice firm.

“What exactly do you hate about me?”

“You never keep your promises, and there are so many people around you that I don’t even know!”

“There are people around me that you don’t know?” Harlee recalled Robbie briefly mentioning Jonathan before she had hung up on the video call. Tentatively, she asked, “Are you talking about Jonathan?”

“Exactly! That’s why I hate you!” Rhys clenched his jaw in frustration.

He was furious, thinking Harlee shouldn’t act as though she cared for him when she already had someone else in her life.

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