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.

into fists, Rhys fought to quell the storm of emotions threatening to derail the meticulous plan he had nurtured for

control, the

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

impending contact, recoiled, stepping back to maintain a buffer

spark of anger

narrowed with scorn, and her voice, cold and

now

you really

tempest of emotions, professing deep love. Yet now, faced with her outstretched

his gaze, and the corners

must be joking. I wouldn’t presume

regained his composure, the sight of her sorrow tugged

empathy

his reply, Harlee felt a wave of disappointment wash over her—heavier

on Rhys’ eyes, probing for answers, but all she could see was a

man standing before her

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