FreeGoodNovelChapter 1149: Harlee chose not to acknowledge Rhys' subtle gesture. Sometimes, keeping things to oneself made them more cherished, so she kept her eyes firmly closed.
Maybe it was the comfort of the bed or Rhys' calming fragrance that finally coaxed Harlee into a deep, restful sleep.
Meanwhile, Rhys plunged back into a sea of self-doubt. If he never reclaimed his lost memories, what kind of person should he become? What direction should he take? Should he adhere to the path he had picked, treading forward step by step? Or should he dive into the depths of his own past and sculpt a new identity influenced by it? While wrestling with these thoughts, Rhys felt Harlee shift.
In her sleep, Harlee turned and draped a leg across Rhys' waist, clinging to him like a koala.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHer head found a resting place on his arm.
Rhys froze. Was this position even comfortable? He glanced down to see her curled up contentedly in his arms, wearing a blissful expression as if lost in a wonderful dream.
His eyes unwittingly shifted to her soft lips. They appeared so... Suddenly, Rhys' throat dried up, and a strange warmth surged through him.
Panicked, Rhys gently shifted Harlee aside and jumped up, sitting on the floor.
He took deep breaths, his handsface mirroring confusion, as if he had just seen something more frightening than a ghost.
From that moment, sleep eluded him, and he didn't dare return to the bed.
That night, Rhys wasn't the only one battling insomnia. The secret guards at Remson Manor vigilantly monitored the advance of those assassins, while Waylon, consumed by fury, also remained awake.
Updates loaded at g@lnovesThe International Charity Auction had wrapped up successfully. Waylon had earned nearly a billion and had managed to funnel sof his illicit earnings into lawful ventures.
Liliana, ever compliant, ignited a spark of desire in Waylon, prompting him to lead her to the bedroom repeatedly. Yet, his attention was primarily on the assassins.
Liliana perched on the bed, waiting for Waylon to finish his tasks before softly leaning into his embrace. "Mr. Salazar, I need to tell you something important.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDo you have a moment?" Liliana recognized that bringing Harlee, a cunning enemy, down alone was nearly impossible, yet the thought of allowing Harlee to continue dominating unchecked was unbearable. She figured she had crushed the powerful Green Group and Sanderson Group, and ruining Harlee shouldn't be a problem. Waylon, uninterested, didn't even look at her.
"I'm occupied. It can wait." Liliana clasped his hand firmly, her tone unusually grave.
"Mr. Salazar, what I have to say is crucial. Please, sparea moment. I don't want you to be harmed."
Harmed? Him? Who on earth could pose a threat to him? Waylen m speered dismissively, his face showing a hint of annoyance. "Liliana, you're overstepping today." Liliana bowed her head, biting her lip so intensely that it nearly drew blood.
Her hands clenched into fists, trembling slightly, yet in the shadow of her fear of Harlee, she mustered a En trace of bravery. mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1
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