Chapter 1535: Chapter 1535

Chapter 1535:

He caught Harlee’s hand, the one caressing his hair, and spun her around to face the sink.

Harlee tilted her head back, her wrist twisting under his grip. As his hold tightened, she turned off the hairdryer. She smirked slightly, teasing, “Not wanting to have me dry your hair anymore? It’s your turn to serve me next.”

Rhys held her gaze, his hands encircling hers, his voice rough.

“I’m willing to serve you for a lifetime.”

Harlee’s eyes dropped to where his hands clasped hers, a tranquil look in her eyes. Why had he grown so fond of holding her hands since his trip to Jusdence? She leaned back, gently pulling her hands free, her tone more serious.

“I have a lot to handle tomorrow. Since you don’t want me to dry your hair, then… good night, honey.”

With those words, she exited the bathroom without another glance, leapt onto the bed, and landed smoothly on the plush surface. Rhys watched her go, a bemused smile on his lips. He followed and said, “It’s okay. You can just relax.”

Harlee paused and then pulled the blanket over herself, from head to toe. Her message was clear: she was asleep and didn’t wish to be disturbed.

The bedroom lights clicked off a moment later, and Harlee felt the bed dip as a body lay over her. Just as she was about to push him away, Rhys pinned her hands to the bed, his voice even raspier.

“Honey, three months is too long.”

His breath was tinged with tobacco. The room’s atmosphere shifted back to one of intimacy. Before Harlee could react, Rhys pressed his lips to hers, deepening the kiss with growing intensity.

Harlee wrapped her arms around Rhys’ neck, gently nibbling on his earlobe as she whispered each word, “Then what are you waiting for?” The moment she spoke, a spark ignited in Rhys’ eyes. He kissed her fervently, as if trying to fuse her into his very being.

The next day, Rhys reluctantly watched Harlee board the plane before he himself took off for Jusdence. The issues there remained unresolved, and he had only managed to take a brief respite from his duties. Meanwhile, in a crumbling village in the northwest desert, forty recruits scanned the horizon along the road they had traveled.

Despite enduring a grueling five-day training regimen devised by Thiago and Alina—more demanding than any military program—the recruits eagerly awaited Harlee’s arrival. They believed the real challenge would only begin once she appeared.

The twenty female soldiers were just as vigilant as their male counterparts, all eyes fixed on the village’s entrance. Since their brief encounter with Harlee in the office, the female soldiers had not seen her again. They had assumed she would catch another flight and join them soon, but six days had passed, and there was still no sign of her.

When Thiago informed them that Harlee was expected today, anticipation buzzed through the air. Yet, as hours passed without Harlee’s appearance at the village entrance, and no vehicles departed to fetch her, their hope turned to disappointment.

Breaking the silence, one of the male soldiers raised his voice and said, “Has Ms. Sanderson left us in the hands of Mr. Montgomery and Ms. Valdez? Will she only show up once we’ve transformed into the soldiers she envisions?”

Lionel quickly responded, “Mr. Montgomery assured us that Ms. Sanderson would arrive this morning. Why the concern? Don’t you trust Mr. Montgomery?”

The other male soldiers nodded in agreement, casting disapproving glances at the one who had voiced the doubt. While Thiago and Alina might not possess Harlee’s extraordinary skills, their competence was undeniably superior to any of the recruits. The training over the past few days had yielded clear improvements across the board. Even without Harlee’s presence, this training camp promised to be an unparalleled experience for them all.

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