Chapter 1588: Chapter 1588

Chapter 1588:

“Oh? Where are you taking me?” she asked.

“You will find out when we get there.”

Rhys kept her in suspense, dragging out the mystery until the last possible moment—right before Harlee finally pieced it all together.

Half an hour later, at the entrance of Baythorn University, a man and a woman dressed in matching casual outfits stood quietly by a snack stall, waiting for their order.

Harlee glanced up, a soft smile tugging at her lips.

“So, this is where you wanted to bring me?”

“Yeah. I’ve had this idea for a while now. I want us to walk through every stage of life together. I can’t go back to the past, but this is one way I can make up for it,” Rhys replied, his smile widening a little.

He had long envisioned the two of them strolling hand in hand across the campus, rekindling the youthful romance of their college days, but they had never found the time—until now. Although he hadn’t met her sooner, he refused to let that stop him from experiencing everything with her.

Harlee arched a brow, mischief dancing in her gaze.

“Then how about we skip class and play video games together?”

Without missing a beat, she grabbed Rhys’ hand, and in an instant, the two of them were jogging down the road outside the campus, their faces alight with carefree smiles. And, of course, she never forgot about the snacks.

For the next two hours, they lost themselves in the kind of moments that belonged only to a campus romance. However, Harlee’s alarm soon rang.

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They were walking down the cobblestone path of Baythorn University when Harlee suddenly came to a halt. She turned to face Rhys, a smile still curling her lips.

“Time is up. I have to go do something important!” Rhys knew what she was about to do, but he feigned ignorance. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin atop her head, his voice dropping into a rich, velvety murmur.

“Don’t go. I—”

With a soft smile, Harlee pinched his stomach teasingly.

“We had a deal, remember? No stopping me from anything for two weeks. A bet’s a bet, Rhys!”

She nestled closer to him, like a kitten seeking warmth, her finger tracing lazy circles on his chest. The mischievous, sweet look in her eyes seemed to say, “I’m about to get upset.”

Rhys chuckled, his breath warm against her skin. He kissed her forehead and then pulled her even closer, his voice now carrying a hint of playful indulgence.

“A bet’s a bet. Go on.”

Love was never about shackles, and he would never hold her back.

At precisely five o’clock in the afternoon, Harlee arrived outside the conference room.

Barry wrapped up his day’s agenda and stepped out, his posture tense and his expression clouded with unease.

Harlee approached him at an unhurried pace, exuding an air of composure.

“From now on, stick to me like glue.”

Barry, who had begun to relax at the sight of Harlee, felt his pulse stutter at her words.

“What’s going on?”

“Several assassins from North Island are here. They are just waiting for the right moment to strike,” Harlee replied, as if she were commenting on the weather.

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