Chapter 1181:

But in reality, Rhys didn’t truly despise Harlee. What he hated was how her every action clouded his judgment.

He hated feeling useless around her, hated the presence of other men in her world, and hated being treated as though he couldn’t manage things on his own.

But Harlee remained unaware of any of this. She believed Rhys simply resented her for breaking her promises.

Sitting on the bed, Harlee felt overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness. Since Rhys lost his memories, she had started to question her choices for the first time. She wondered whether, under the pretense of “doing what’s best for him,” she was actually harming Rhys. Maybe, like Tonya, she should let go.

Suddenly, Harlee looked up at him.

“Rhys, have you ever thought about what kind of person you’d want to be if you never get your memory back?”

At her words, Rhys turned away.

“Why does it matter to you if I’ve thought about it or not?”

You’re not going to talk to me about anything anymore?” Harlee’s voice

my thoughts. You’d just keep me trapped in Remson Manor, feeding me lies.” Rhys pulled the blanket over himself

that really how you see

she’d done, all she received in return

exactly!” Rhys threw a fit, oblivious to

stories at

silence, not

silence only made

blanket aside and sat

take care of me, said I was the most

look after and so many people that matter

Harlee finally understood.

just being

He was jealous.

endearing to her,

conversation, and you’re laughing? Harlee, do you have any idea how

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