Chapter 926:

These past three years had solidified into Hamilton’s and Patrick’s collective belief system.

That evening, the four of them had polished off two cases of beer.

Fueled by the liquid courage, Patrick threw out a suggestion.

“Merely drinking loses its charm after a while.

How about we spice things up with a game? Whoever loses has to call Mr. Green…”

Harlee, not known for her tolerance to alcohol, had once drowned her sorrows in booze when Rhys fell off the cliff.

Even a few shots back then had been enough to get her heavily intoxicated.

By the time Patrick proposed the game, Harlee had already downed four beers and was feeling buzzed. She responded with a relaxed nod.

recognize the name “Rhys,” her mind reflexively drowning out the echo of those letters, as if

was like a

relentless drunkenness, compelling

Harlee’s demeanor, his empathy sparking a passionate determination to bridge

Harlee’s voice, heavy with disinterest and fatigue, quenched his

find losing appealing,

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words struck Patrick, rendering him momentarily mute. Throughout all the years he’d spent with Harlee, she had consistently outshone him, her talents vast and

Patrick whispered to himself with a shake of his head, “Rhys, I’m sorry. There’ll

returning home, tears clouding his vision yet again, was more than

after enjoying a round of drinks,

a composed front. She had driven

to offer

a look before saying, “Noel, aren’t you going to drive Harlee

a

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