Chapter 1110:

At the mention of medicine, Rhys’ expression darkened.

He loathed the bitterness but refused to let her see it as a weakness.

“Let’s go,” Rhys muttered tersely, shooting her a fleeting glance before hopping back toward the bedroom.

Each step was deliberate, Rhys’ injured foot grazing the floor twice, the pain forcing beads of sweat to form on his brow.

Noticing Rhys’ discomfort, Christopher hurried forward, concern laced in his voice as he turned to Harlee.

“About his foot…”

His words trailed off, unsure how to express his concern.

Harlee stopped, her expression steady.

mythical golden insect are unpredictable, but he will recover. I would never put him

nod, realizing with unease that he was

mentioned that Rhys’ condition required ongoing care, so Harlee decided to rest in the courtyard

Rhys, in his current state, was like a twelve-year-old child. She had no intention of

bedroom, Rhys was sitting

on gα ℓ

of hesitation and determination, as if

anyone recoil. Rhys scrunched his face,

on a vase on the table, and without thinking, he began to pour

steadied the cup. Surprised,

and without

get rid of

quickly shook his

of course not! I’m not afraid of a little bitterness.” Harlee

embarrassment, Rhys

me? Fine, I’ll

the cup

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