DreameNovelChapter 1147: Later, Harlee emerged from the bathroom, her damp hair loosely dried. She swapped her bathrobe for simple, comfortable loungewear.
After checking updates on the assassin leaderboard, she grabbed her modified laptop and walked straight to Rhys' room.
Inside, Rhys had just gotten out of the shower and was now buried under his blanket.
"Planning to smother yourself in there?" Harlee teased, setting the laptop on the bedside table.
Rhys didn't respond, his muffled groans barely audible beneath the covers.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHarlee pulled the blanket down from his head, her tone playful.
"I'll stay with you tonight." Rhys gazed at Harlee in disbelief, his wide eyes filled with shock.
Harlee sat on the bed, her expression warm and tender—a stark contrast to the icy demeanor she'd shown earlier.
Rhys' eyes widened even more.
He was still caught up in the weight of his earlier emotions, far from analyzing his actions or devising a meaningful plan-so how had Harlee managed to becso upbeat all of a sudden? She had just stepped out of the shower, her skin exuding the clean, crisp aroma of soap.
Draped in soft, casual attire, she appeared more serene and approachable than ever. She...
Rhys' eyes flickered with surprise as he sensed his thoughts had drifted elsewhere.
Harlee climbed onto the bed with effortless grace, pulled the blanket up around her, and settled in. She reached for the laptop on the nightstand, placed it on her lap, and said, "Shift over a bit-I need to get swork done first." More available at galRhys stayed put.
His gaze remained fixed on her, sharp and unyielding, as if trying to drive her away through sheer willpower. Calmly, Harlee spoke without looking up.
"Stop staring like that. Tonight, I'll be sharing this bed with you." According to her sources, the assassins had already tracked Christopher to this place, and it was only a matter of tbefore they cfor Rhys. Nightfall always made people more vulnerable because exhaustion could easily lull them into a deep slumber, and assassins thrived in the dark. Only by staying close to Rhys could she let her mind ease.
Rhys' demeanor shifted instantly.
Earlier in the living room, he'd caught sight of the screen on Harlee's phone and knew Waylon had put a hefty price on his life.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHearing her words now, he abruptly sat up.
"The assassins are here?"
The thought hit Rhys hard-Christopher and he were already in the crosshairs of those le crosshairs of those assassins? How had they acted so quickly? It explained Harlee's frustration earlier when she discovered his reckless stunt. He'd acted impulsively, seeking a thrill without considering the fallout.
"Correct," Harlee gave a slight nod.
"But they haven't confirmed either of your identities yet only that Om e Christopher is staying in this villa."
Rhys' brow furrowed. Only Christopher? Then why was she insisting on staying with him? Hen asked bluntly "le Christopher is the one in danger, why did you choose to stay with me?" Harlee's fingers hovered above her laptop keys as she raised an eyebrow and met his gaze directly. mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1
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