Chapter 603: Chapter 603

Chapter 603:

It was only then that Rhys realized she intended to help him wash his hair.

A wave of warmth and gratitude swelled within him.

With a soft smile, he murmured, “Alright.”

After securing her hair, Harlee leaned forward and began carefully pouring warm water over his head.

“Is the temperature okay?” she asked, her eyes briefly meeting his.

“Anything you do is perfect,” Rhys replied smoothly, his voice full of unspoken affection.

Since starting their relationship, Rhys had discovered a surprising knack for charming words that came effortlessly to him.

Harlee gazed at his tired, bloodshot eyes, the sleepless nights etched into every line on his face.

She turned off the faucet, applied shampoo to her hands, and began to gently massage it into his hair. Though her touch was tender, Harlee wasn’t keen on talking to Rhys. If it weren’t for the dirt on him being her doing, she wouldn’t even allow him to wash his hair.

Rhys cared so little for his own well-being, and it frustrated her endlessly.

As Harlee worked the shampoo through his hair, she found herself lost in thought, watching the subtle relaxation on his face.

If their roles were reversed, would she be willing to make the same sacrifices for him? Would she risk everything, knowing full well that he could handle matters on his own? The answer was no. That wasn’t who she was.

Before reconnecting with the Sanderson family, there had been no one apart from Tonya she would have taken such risks for.

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Even now, her priorities were her parents and the brothers she acknowledged.

But things were changing.

Her heart wavered as she realized Rhys was carving out a space within it.

Her lips twitched into a confused smile as her fingers gently worked his temples. With a sigh, she asked softly, “Why do you have to be so reckless?”

Harlee was puzzled. Rhys was willing to risk his life just to personally ensure her safety, even though he could have easily sent Hamilton and Patrick to handle it instead. Was it worth it?

Rhys, who had been enjoying the care with his eyes closed, responded immediately, “Because you’re worth it. I wouldn’t be able to rest unless I knew for certain you were safe.”

To him, Harlee was the one—the person he wanted to protect, no matter the cost.

Besides, compared to her safety, the reopened wound was nothing. It wasn’t even worth mentioning.

Harlee felt a rush of emotions at his words, but she pushed them aside, her logical nature refusing to let her give in to sentiment. Their relationship had shifted, evolving into something deeper, from its initial compatibility to something else.

Harlee’s life experiences had taught her to remain calm in any situation.

Emotions were only allowed after thorough contemplation. She hadn’t figured it all out yet, so she had to remain composed.

However, she didn’t want to dampen Rhys’ spirits. Therefore, she nodded faintly and whispered, “Thank you.”

Then, steering the conversation away, Harlee brought up Lindsay.

“Ritchie’s gathered enough evidence. I’m planning a live broadcast to expose her and send her to prison in front of the entire nation.”

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