Chapter 1149:

Harlee chose not to acknowledge Rhys’ subtle gesture. Sometimes, keeping things to oneself made them more cherished, so she kept her eyes firmly closed.

Maybe it was the comfort of the bed or Rhys’ calming fragrance that finally coaxed Harlee into a deep, restful sleep.

Meanwhile, Rhys plunged back into a sea of self-doubt. If he never reclaimed his lost memories, what kind of person should he become? What direction should he take? Should he adhere to the path he had picked, treading forward step by step? Or should he dive into the depths of his own past and sculpt a new identity influenced by it?

While wrestling with these thoughts, Rhys felt Harlee shift.

In her sleep, Harlee turned and draped a leg across Rhys’ waist, clinging to him like a koala.

Her head found a resting place on his arm.

Rhys froze. Was this position even comfortable? He glanced down to see her curled up contentedly in his arms, wearing a blissful expression as if lost in a wonderful dream.

so… Suddenly, Rhys’ throat dried up, and a strange warmth surged

and jumped

deep breaths, his handsome face mirroring confusion, as if he had just seen something

sleep eluded him, and he didn’t dare return to

the only one battling insomnia. The secret guards at Remson Manor vigilantly

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International Charity Auction had wrapped up successfully. Waylon had earned nearly a billion and

in Waylon, prompting him to lead her to the bedroom repeatedly. Yet, his attention

to finish his tasks before

need to tell

bringing Harlee, a cunning enemy, down alone was nearly impossible, yet the thought of allowing Harlee to continue dominating unchecked was unbearable. She figured she had crushed

didn’t even look

occupied. It

hand firmly, her

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