Chapter 561: Chapter 561

Chapter 561:

Flustered, he quickly looked away.

Initially, he’d assumed Harlee put them in the same room to help him make progress.

But now he realized it felt more like punishment.

How was he supposed to focus on getting better with Tiffany around? Every fleeting look she gave him only pulled him deeper into his feelings.

Someone needed to let Tiffany know that relationships weren’t something to fear and that they could be beautiful.

The reason Clint had never confessed was because he once overheard Tiffany telling her agent that she wasn’t interested in dating and couldn’t be friends with anyone who tried.

But those were just the words Tiffany had said aloud.

In her heart, she secretly added, “Except for Clint.”

For eight long years, Clint and Tiffany had quietly nursed crushes on each other, each unaware of the other’s feelings.

“Clint?” Harlee called out gently, her voice slicing through his daydream.

Startled, Clint was jolted back to the present, mumbling a puzzled “Huh?” before his face cleared with understanding.

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“Oh, okay, I got it,” he replied, his thoughts still tangled.

After assigning Clint some follow-up tasks, Harlee shot Tiffany a secretive thumbs-up, a private joke between them, and then sauntered out of the room.

With everything taken care of, Harlee could now turn her attention to her own love life.

The walk to Rhys’ ward seemed longer than usual, the corridor stretching out before Harlee.

It took her three full minutes to navigate its length.

Upon reaching the plush living room of the VIP suite, she noticed Hamilton and Patrick enjoying breakfast on the sofa.

With a friendly wave, she signaled them to leave, and they complied, clearing the space for her next move.

Approaching Rhys’ door, Harlee knocked softly.

Thinking it was Hamilton, Rhys responded in his usual composed, distant tone, “Come in.”

Harlee pushed open the door and found Rhys propped up in bed, his fingers flying over his iPad.

She approached with purposeful steps and playfully covered his screen with her hand.

“Pardon me, Mr. Green, but you’ve lost your freedom for now. Your girlfriend’s taking charge of your recovery from now on.”

Rhys looked up, his face breaking into a warm, affectionate smile at the sight of Harlee.

“I’d love to,” he replied, his voice rich with emotion.

Drawing her close, he enveloped her in his arms, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.

“Has Clint woken up yet?”

Leaning against him, Harlee whispered back, “Yes, he woke up about an hour ago.”

Rhys’ mouth twitched into a mischievous grin.

“So, is my girlfriend becoming my full-time caretaker, or will her brother get a slice of her care too?”

“Clint’s got his own love life to worry about,” Harlee replied, her lips curling into a knowing smirk.

Just then, her eyes fell on a bowl of chicken soup nearby.

“Have you skipped breakfast?”

Rhys adopted a mischievous, slightly shy demeanor.

“Well, it seems I’m incapable of eating unless you’re the one to feed me.”

Harlee flicked him a playful glance, her expression dancing with amusement.

His flair for flirtation was truly unmatched.

The flirting techniques she had picked up from Tonya paled in comparison to his prowess.

Harlee’s eyes widened, a mix of disbelief and humor in her tone.

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