Chapter 1132:

“It might be a bit over-the-top, but it works perfectly for me,” Harlee remarked with a mischievous grin. She stepped away from the telescope and wandered over to Rhys, propping her chin on her hand as she observed the unfamiliar game he was engrossed in.

“Did you create this?”

Rhys stiffened, his expression betraying his surprise.

“How could you tell?” He had been quietly developing the game for days, making sure no one else saw it.

How had she figured it out so quickly?

“With visuals this terrible, only you could think they’re charming,” Harlee teased, feigning disdain.

Irritation sparked in Rhys as he set his phone down with calm precision. Rising from his seat, he made a move toward her, his frustration bubbling over.

Harlee swept her hair off her neck in an exaggerated gesture, as if

With no other option, he lightly grasped her neck and shot her a dark look, conveying his annoyance without a

burst into laughter, her smug expression making it

irritation deepened. In one swift motion, he pulled her closer, pinning her

gaze sharpened, silently warning her to stop her antics or suffer the

only laughed

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she suddenly looped her arms around his neck, catching him

seemed to stop at

posture became rigid, his arms

them around

memory loss

and presence

Christopher, clad in black, holding two cups of

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