Chapter 922:
And about Harlee, donât worry. My heart is yours alone!â
Anika, still bothered by the unexpected developments, barely registered Rhysâ assurances. To keep up appearances, she replied impulsively. Suddenly, she feigned anger to exit the vehicle.
âRhys, I canât tolerate how your parents treated me. I need some time alone.â Anika didnât wait for his response, hailing a car and leaving abruptly.
Concerned Rhys might follow, she texted him.
âDonât follow me. We need space right now. Rhys, you know how much your parentsâ approval means to me. Today was just too much!â
Rhys, left alone, read Anikaâs message with a meaningful smile.
He responded with a simple âOkayâ and words of comfort.
Switching screens, Rhys accessed a secure area on his phone and dialed a series of cryptic numbers. Instantly, a video call connected.
The figure in the call, poised in a black vehicle, asked, âMr. Green, are we ready to begin?â
Rhys responded, âThe fish has taken the bait.
Ensure those on his side keep a tight watch.â
âUnderstood, sir!â
Once everything was set, Rhys drove back to the Green family estate.
He paused at the gate, hoping for one last distant look at Harlee.
When Harlee exited the Green family home, she noticed Rhys immediately, though she looked through him as if he were invisible.
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Upon seeing Harlee, Rhys felt compelled to leave his car and move toward her. She exerted a magnetic pull. Just one look made it impossible for him to remain distant.
âLeeâ¦â
As he uttered her nickname in that familiar, tender tone, Harlee momentarily faltered, her hand accidentally hitting the car door. She stifled a groan, her awareness snapping back.
Her expression cooled as she faced Rhys, yet she unmistakably saw the love and restraint in his eyes.
Her eyebrows knitted together reflexively, but she resisted contemplating his potential motives.
Caught in the snare of complicated emotions, her strong sense of fidelity made her intolerant of any form of deceit.
âArenât you worried your woman will be jealous? Rhys, Iâve told you, I hate being lied to!â Harlee said coldly.
âIf thereâs someone else you love, just be honest. I can step back. Thereâs no need for pretense or feigned deep affection. Itâs awful!â
Rhys felt the sting of her icy gaze.
He seized her hand, pressing her against the car door.
âIâm not faking my love for you.â
This was the sincerest truth he could offer.
âHow hilarious⦠You bring another woman home, claiming sheâs your girlfriend, and now you say youâre not pretending to love me? Do you think Iâm that easily deceived, Rhys?â Harleeâs laugh was tinged with bitter sarcasm.
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