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

“Is it this one?”

the sound of a door opening and an item

had entered the

endure hearing more,

tears. She couldn’t explain why she was

sink, quietly pocketing his phone without needing to check to know Harlee had

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the strained atmosphere, pecked Rhys on the cheek

“Nicely done.

reward.” She then left with

seemingly tender look until he was left alone in the

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

lit a cigarette and smoked in contemplative silence, his hand shaking as he held

had found the courage to answer, only to end up deepening a misunderstanding. It

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