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.

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

gradually regained control, the fury in his gaze

noticed the subtle shift in his demeanor. She stepped forward,

recoiled, stepping back to maintain a buffer between

ignited a spark of

eyes narrowed with scorn, and her voice, cold and piercing, broke

now

really think I’d wait

love. Yet now, faced

gaze, and the corners

be joking. I wouldn’t presume such

the sight of her sorrow tugged

resolve, empathy for

felt a wave of disappointment wash over her—heavier than

probing for answers, but all she could see was a

standing before

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