Chapter 1185:

“You need a lesson on never trying to force me into compromising,” Harlee shrugged, chuckling.

As Harlee turned to Rhys, she noticed him still frozen, his mood clearly affected.

“Why aren’t you eating? Is it not to your taste?”

“For you,” Rhys replied, offering the toast he had just spread with jam.

But before Rhys could pass it to Harlee, Jonathan’s irritating voice interrupted.

“She hates toast with jam.

Didn’t you know that?” he barked, glaring at Rhys.

Then, Jonathan placed a shrimp on Harlee’s plate.

minutes ago

you hear? Or is it that you simply don’t care to remember

Rhys’ expression grew darker.

thirty-three-year-old version,

sure to catch up on Rhys’ past, knowing how devoted he had once been

Jonathan displeased. If Rhys had been as attentive as before, Jonathan wouldn’t

acting like a

shot Jonathan

eat

tales

achieved, and said no

“Rhys…”

into his toast, an overwhelming sense of exhaustion hitting her. Jonathan had a point. She did feel like she was raising a child. She needed to clear her thoughts and seriously think about what to do with her relationship with Rhys. Turning

party shouldn’t interfere in their relationship. She appreciated Jonathan’s good intentions but wanted

toast, a slight smile playing on his lips, though his eyes betrayed a

acknowledged how little he knew about Harlee’s circle, her interests, and

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