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.

fought to quell the storm of emotions threatening to derail the meticulous plan he had nurtured for

control, the fury in his gaze

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

contact, recoiled, stepping back to maintain a buffer

rejection ignited a spark

with scorn, and her voice, cold and piercing, broke the tense

now at

really think

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

his gaze, and the corners of his mouth twitched in

Sanderson, you must be joking. I wouldn’t presume such

Rhys had regained his composure, the sight of

empathy for her

reply, Harlee felt a wave of disappointment

eyes, probing for answers, but all she could

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

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