Chapter 1176:
Hearing this, Rhys exhaled in relief, but his worry didnât dissipate.
âWhereâs your medic? Why isnât anyone tending to you?â
âItâs just a scratch. Iâll handle it later,â Harlee replied, slightly wobbling as she walked to a cabinet and retrieved a first-aid kit.
Harlee couldâve handled a few more waves of attackers with ease.
But her obsession with hitting every target had drained her focus and energy, leaving her vulnerable. Thatâs how she ended up with the gash. The battle had sapped most of her strength. If Rhys hadnât called, sheâd likely already be asleep.
On the screen, Rhys noticed her exhaustion.
He wished, more than anything, that he could be by her side.
âMaybe I should justââ
Harlee interrupted, predicting his thoughts.
âIâll be back tomorrow. Until then, stay put at Remson Manor.â
âAlright.â
His quick compliance caught Harlee off guard.
Rhys, usually so headstrong, didnât argue. Seeing the worry etched on his face, Harlee felt a faint smile tug at her lips. This was how he showed he cared.
After securing a bandage over her wound, Harlee glanced back at Rhys.
His pale complexion and the heavy bags under his eyes didnât escape her notice.
âDid you stay up all night?â
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Caught, unease flickered across Rhysâ face.
âOnce youâre patched up, go to sleep!â he instructed, his tone attempting to sound firm.
âAlright.â Harlee sank into a chair, her earlier unease replaced by amusement.
âYou should rest too. Letâs talk after weâve both slept.â
Just then, Robbie burst into the room.
Earlier, determined to ensure the remaining member of that local gang didnât change his mind, Robbie had personally dragged the man to the gangâs lair. The gang leader stared in shock as Robbie stormed their hideout alone, hauling the gang member as though the latter were nothing but a sack of flour.
Back on the call, Rhys observed Harlee. Satisfied she wasnât hiding any other injuries, he relented.
âAlright. Iâll rest if you do.â
âDeal.â Even after agreeing, Harlee didnât end the call immediately, lingering for a moment to watch him.
He truly cared, even though his uncertainties held him back.
Just as Harleeâs finger hovered over the disconnect button, Robbieâs voice cut through the air.
âJonathanâs here!â
Harlee looked up to see a man in a black trench coat approachingâJonathan, someone she hadnât crossed paths with in years.
How had he tracked her down? Distracted, she accidentally ended the call. She then slid her phone into her pocket.
âWhat brings you here?â Harlee asked.
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