Chapter 1353: Chapter 1353

Chapter 1353:

“I can!” Rhys responded loudly, his face stern, his eyes starting to redden. His long eyelashes quivered, a mix of fierceness and pleading.

Seeing his emotional state, Harlee’s desire to argue faded. She softly raised her hands to his face, noting the moisture in his eyes. That was when she grasped the depth of his lingering fear and dread of anything unfortunate happening to her. Her voice softened as she said, “Rhys, can we stop this unreasonable conversation?”

Harlee didn’t want to dwell on the grave topic of death. What did he mean by insisting he would outlive her? Accidents might happen, and no one could ensure their timing. Rhys didn’t respond.

Harlee’s voice softened further as she gently cupped his face. Looking at him with seriousness, she added, “I know you’re scared something might happen to me. Actually, I share your sentiment. If you die, I might lose any will to remain behind.”

That was the reason she had dared to risk everything and rushed into danger without fear to save him.

Hearing this, Rhys’ body trembled. His gaze softened, but his tone remained firm. “I said I will not die before you do.”

“Okay. I heard you.” Harlee didn’t want to linger on this topic.

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“Then swear it!” Rhys said stubbornly.

Sighing, Harlee asked with a hint of resignation, “What should I swear?” Rhys paused, considering her words, and then replied, “Promise that if you ever again recklessly endanger your own life, I will suffer terribly and descend into hell.”

Harlee was taken aback by his words. He knew her vulnerability too well. She wasn’t one to be easily manipulated, not even by Rhys. “Fine, but you must swear with me,” she said, her gaze intense and earnest. “Once you’ve made your vow, I’ll follow suit more fervently.”

“Go ahead,” Rhys said, not minding swearing with her.

She curled her lips and said casually, “If you don’t die after me, then I will suffer terribly and descend into hell.”

“No way!” He couldn’t stand the thought of swearing such a thing concerning her life.

“Then I won’t swear either.” Harlee stood firm, unwilling to compromise on this matter.

“If you won’t, then I’ll just…” Rhys began, but Harlee extended her hands, both wrapped in gauze, and gave a nonchalant shrug.

“So, what’s your plan? Are you going to hit me? Aim for here then. It’s all bruises, so it’ll hurt more.”

“Lee, you know I couldn’t possibly bring myself to hit you,” Rhys responded.

“I don’t know about that,” Harlee teased, lying with a playful grin.

Rhys glanced down, saw her mock frown, and caught her eye, prompting him to break into laughter. “Alright, neither of us will swear anything.”

For some reason, seeing her like this, Rhys suddenly felt a sense of calm. Despite his earlier anger, he no longer wanted to teach her a lesson. From now on, he resolved to be more vigilant and avoid putting himself in harm’s way.

Harlee was momentarily taken aback as Rhys leaned in close, stopping just short of her lips with a playful smirk. “However, you still need a proper lesson…”

No sooner had he spoken than he gently pushed her onto the bed, his body pressing down on hers, and he dipped his head to kiss her tenderly.

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