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.

lips. They appeared so… Suddenly, Rhys’ throat dried up, and a strange warmth surged through

aside and jumped up, sitting

his handsome face mirroring confusion, as if he had just seen something more frightening

eluded him, and he didn’t

one battling insomnia. The secret guards at Remson Manor vigilantly monitored the advance of those assassins,

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

a spark of desire in Waylon, prompting him to lead her to the bedroom repeatedly. Yet, his attention was primarily on the

on the bed, waiting for Waylon to finish his tasks

Salazar, I need to tell

impossible, yet the thought of allowing Harlee to continue dominating unchecked was unbearable. She figured she had crushed

even look at

It

firmly, her tone unusually

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