Chapter 928:

With his last thread of hope cut, Rhys felt his spirit deflate, his voice hoarse and faint.

“Okay, I understand. I won’t bother you again.”

His tone was strained, as if he were battling a severe cold, weak and breathy.

Tears welled up in Harlee’s eyes as she tightly gripped the bed sheets, her knuckles turning white. She pressed her lips together, resolved not to reveal her true feelings to Rhys.

“Mm…”

“Rhys, are you in the bathroom? I need my toner. I’m con-ung…”

Just as Harlee was about to end the call, Anika’s voice halted her actions, and tears began to stream down Harlee’s cheeks.

Harlee felt utterly foolish. The notion of calling Rhys to talk seemed more misguided than ever.

heard Rhys’ soft response from the

“Is it this one?”

sound of a door opening and

Anika had entered

Unable to endure hearing more, she pinched her

explain

of a hotel, Rhys leaned against the sink, quietly pocketing his phone without needing to check to know

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Rhys on the

“Nicely done.

a little reward.” She then left

tender look until he was left alone

out his phone again, Rhys stared at the familiar number in his recent calls, his expression

a cigarette and smoked in contemplative silence, his hand shaking

the past three years, leaving them unanswered. Today, he had

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