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.

Rhys’ soft response from

“Is it this one?”

door opening and

had entered

the bed. Unable to endure

face, buried in the pillow, was drenched with tears. She couldn’t explain why she was crying, only that she was overwhelmed

a hotel, Rhys leaned against the sink, quietly pocketing

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strained atmosphere, pecked Rhys on the cheek with a

“Nicely done.

She then left

seemingly tender look until he was left alone

Rhys stared at the familiar number in his

cigarette and smoked in contemplative silence, his hand shaking as he held it, the

Harlee’s calls over the past three years, leaving them unanswered. Today, he had

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