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 that she loves

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

Rhys’ expression grew darker.

almost forgot. Mr. Green refuses to learn from his thirty-three-year-old version, always thinking he’s

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

had been as attentive as before, Jonathan wouldn’t have said

Rhys was acting like a rebellious teenager, which

shot Jonathan a

you eat

fantastic tales on gαℓησν??s;

seeing his goal achieved, and said no more, lowering his head to sip

“Rhys…”

Rhys, she saw him dejectedly biting 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 to Jonathan, Harlee asked, “Isn’t your Interpol work piling up? Aren’t

interfere in their relationship. She appreciated Jonathan’s good

slight smile playing on his lips, though

he knew about Harlee’s circle, her

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