Chapter 15: Chapter 15

Chapter 15:

“You should see a doctor to make sure there are no lasting problems.” Harlee didn’t argue.

They found themselves in an unfamiliar hospital room, likely one Rhys had found at random. The room was stocked with various medications, and Harlee gathered some bandages and antiseptic.

“Sit still.

Don’t move.”

Rhys opened his mouth to say something, but when he met Harlee’s calm eyes, he fell silent and remained still as she tended to his wounds.

From where Rhys sat, he could see Harlee’s long, thick eyelashes casting soft shadows.

As her lashes fluttered, he felt a light flutter in his heart, as if it were being brushed by a gentle feather.

After tending to the wounds on Rhys’ wrists, Harlee noticed that his shoulder was also covered in blood. She picked up a pair of scissors and cut away part of his shirt, revealing a gruesome wound on his right shoulder. The sight of the wound brought back memories of the heavy steel door of the morgue.

Harlee furrowed her brow. Without a word, she proceeded to disinfect and clean the wound, applied some ointment, and then carefully bandaged it layer by layer. Once she tied the final knot, she breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize how incredibly close she was to Rhys.

In the process of wrapping the bandage, she had practically leaned into his embrace.

Her eyes landed on Rhys’ Adam’s apple as it moved up and down. Startled by the proximity, Harlee quickly pulled back until they were at a comfortable distance.

“The wounds are taken care of. You need to take some antibiotics,” she said.

Rhys nodded, his voice deep and inexplicably charming.

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“Alright.”

Without glancing his way, Harlee began to pack the medical kit.

“I’ll grab you a bottle of water.”

While she stepped out of the room, Rhys never tore his gaze off her.

The water room was close by, and it was empty at that moment. While Harlee filled the bottle, she heard approaching footsteps.

“I’ve seen some shameless women, but none as shameless as you!” Lindsay burst in, standing in the doorway with a fierce glare that seemed to skin Harlee alive.

Harlee didn’t even bother to look up as she calmly filled the bottle.

“Hey! I’m talking to you.

Did you hear me?” Lindsay’s voice shot up several octaves, grating on the ears like nails scraping a chalkboard. She was clearly irritated by Harlee’s indifference.

Lindsay snapped, “Think I don’t see through you? You’re just after the Green family’s money, aren’t you? Gee! With your common appearance and modest background, you’d better wake up from your daydreaming! Rhys will never fall for someone like you! He already has a fiancée, and you’re just a shameless woman trying to ruin their relationship. If word gets out, you’ll be the subject of gossip!”

A fiancée? Harlee narrowed her eyes, and a mocking smile crept onto her face.

“You just said he has a fiancée, yet you’re still clinging onto him? Who claimed to be Rhys’ fiancée in front of the doctors before?”

Lindsay was momentarily at a loss for words.

Her eyes darted around as she tried to defend herself.

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