Chapter 16: Chapter 16

Chapter 16:

“I am his fiancée…”

“No, you’re not,” Harlee cut in.

“Stop flattering yourself.”

Exposed, Lindsay felt heat rush to her cheeks again.

“You called me a shameless woman who tried to cling to Rhys, an engaged man.

But seriously, didn’t you fit the description better than me?” Harlee let out a snort and shoved Lindsay aside.

“Shame on you.”

Caught off guard by Harlee’s forceful shove, Lindsay stumbled, landing hard on her backside.

“Ouch! That hurt!” Lindsay yelled, her frustration boiling over as Harlee’s words hit too close to home.

Even though Lindsay was somewhat attractive, she couldn’t hold a candle to Harlee’s stunning beauty.

Ignoring the simmering Lindsay, Harlee walked back to the ward and handed Rhys the water bottle.

“Drink this and get some rest. I’m leaving now,” Harlee said calmly.

“Thank you for saving me. I won’t take the twenty million we agreed on. If you ever need help again, just reach out. I’ll do what I can to assist.”

Harlee knew twenty million wouldn’t truly repay a life-saving favor. Still, she felt the need to make a promise, despite her desire for no further entanglement.

Rhys watched her profile, his lips pressing together slightly.

He was observant and picked up on Harlee’s sudden distance.

As the eldest son of the Green family, he was used to being the center of attention, not the one seeking it.

“Actually, I need to ask you for a favor right now, Miss Sanderson. My grandfather has woken up.

He wants to see you,” Rhys said.

Having just promised to help, Harlee knew she couldn’t say no. They walked to Nathaniel’s ward together. Neither of them spoke much, which made the atmosphere feel tense and awkward.

“In a few days, there’s going to be an auction,” Rhys said, breaking the silence.

“They’ll be auctioning rare and exquisite items, including a masterpiece by the famous international mechanical expert, Mr. P. Miss Sanderson, I happen to have two tickets. Would you like to come with me?”

Their connection had started with Harlee’s passion for aircraft repair, and Rhys surmised she might enjoy the event.

Harlee indeed had an interest in it.

But after learning about Rhys’ engagement, she wanted to keep her distance.

“Thanks for the invitation, but I’m really busy these days and probably won’t have time,” she said, politely turning him down.

Rhys was no fool and sensed Harlee wasn’t interested in him.

He shifted the topic.

“I’ve already asked someone to retrieve the surveillance footage from the hospital about your time in the morgue.”

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