Chapter 1188: Chapter 1188

Chapter 1188:

After a brief pause, Harlee responded, “I understand.”

“No, my dear Harlee, you don’t. Rhys’ memory may be stuck at twelve, but don’t you think his intelligence, mental capacity, and appearance are just like any other man’s?” Jonathan moved to sit closer to her, taking a deep breath.

“This morning, I subtly tested it, and it was evident that Rhys felt jealous because of my presence. You didn’t pick up on that, and that’s the issue. Just now, Rhys was upset because you treated him like a child, and you failed to recognize that too.”

Harlee’s eyes widened in astonishment. Jealous? Was Rhys actually jealous of Jonathan?

Jonathan gazed at Harlee.

“See? You’re this shocked at my words. Rhys has every justification for being upset.”

Jonathan rose to his feet, moving toward Robbie while opening a fresh document.

“Let’s start by tackling the next strategy.”

Although Harlee worried about Rhys, her tendency to prioritize work remained unchanged.

“Alright, Robbie, show me the latest proposal.”

Jonathan was at a loss, realizing he couldn’t assist Harlee in emotional matters.

Once their discussion ended, Jonathan didn’t engage further with Harlee.

He merely urged her to reflect on things and reach out if she needed him, assuring her that he’d always be available. Jonathan left the study at a measured pace, seemingly anticipating Harlee to call him back.

But the room stayed silent even after he crossed the threshold. Suddenly, an object landed in his hands.

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Jonathan looked down to see what he had instinctively caught—a lollipop.

Glancing up, he spotted Rhys nearby, sucking on another one.

“I need to talk to you.” Rhys’ eyes were sharp and unyielding.

“What do you want to discuss?” After a brief silence, Jonathan seemed to piece things together and gave a small nod.

“Go ahead.

Ask anything.”

Jonathan deduced Harlee hadn’t disclosed much to Rhys, nor had her team.

As for Jonathan’s own group—most of them deferred to Harlee and likely stayed silent, while the uninformed had little to contribute.

“Follow me.” Without hesitation, Rhys turned and headed toward the glass enclosure, unconcerned about Harlee discovering their exchange.

He knew her well enough to realize she’d find out regardless.

“You probably aren’t aware that over the past three years, you’ve had almost no interactions with Harlee. When you first showed up, there was another woman with you.” Jonathan spoke in a low voice.

Rhys fell quiet.

His knowledge of his own past was minimal—he only knew that he and Harlee were nearly engaged and that she had saved him.

Beyond that, nothing. No one had ever volunteered information, and he’d never inquired. To Rhys, he wasn’t the thirty-three-year-old version of himself, and learning about his past didn’t interest him.

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