Chapter 963:

His fists balled at his sides, a physical testament to his inner turmoil.

Their gazes locked, charged with unspoken emotions.

At that moment, Rhys confronted the reality he had been avoiding—he was not indifferent to their divorce.

He couldn’t deny the pain of accepting it.

Furthermore, the news of Harlee’s engagement had shattered his pretense and his elaborate plan.

Confronted by her presence, he realized his feelings hadn’t waned.

He still yearned to call her his own.

For three long years, Rhys had monitored every detail of Harlee’s life, a fact known only to him.

He had played the part of a man who had moved on, but now, confronting her directly, he recognized his true position—he had no right to challenge her decisions.

Rhys fought to quell the storm of emotions threatening to derail the meticulous plan

regained control, the fury

ever, noticed the subtle shift in his demeanor. She stepped forward, her hand extended in a tentative

sensing the impending contact, recoiled, stepping back to maintain a buffer between

rejection ignited a spark of

voice, cold and piercing, broke

loaded now

did you really think I’d

love. Yet now, faced with her outstretched hand—a test of

gaze, and the corners of his mouth

must be joking.

his composure, the sight of her

resolve, empathy

a wave of disappointment wash over

eyes, probing for answers, but all she could see was

a relentless reminder. The man standing before her bore little resemblance to the one

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