Chapter 1181:
But in reality, Rhys didnât 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 couldnât 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 âdoing whatâs best for him,â she was actually harming Rhys. Maybe, like Tonya, she should let go.
Suddenly, Harlee looked up at him.
âRhys, have you ever thought about what kind of person youâd want to be if you never get your memory back?â
At her words, Rhys turned away.
âWhy does it matter to you if Iâve thought about it or not?â
âIs that it? Youâre not going to talk to me about anything anymore?â Harleeâs voice carried a sharp edge of bitterness.
âWhat difference would it make if I did? You wouldnât care about my thoughts. Youâd just keep me trapped in Remson Manor, feeding me lies.â Rhys pulled the blanket over himself again.
âSo, is that really how you see me?â Harlee winced slightly.
After everything sheâd done, all she received in return was his misunderstanding and dislike.
âYes, exactly!â Rhys threw a fit, oblivious to the tears silently sliding down Harleeâs cheeks.
Harlee sat there in silence, not offering any further explanation.
Her silence only made Rhys more irritated.
He threw the blanket aside and sat up again.
âYou promised youâd take care of me, said I was the most important person in your life.
But you have so many others to look after and so many people that matter more! I donât want to share your care. I donât need it.â
At that moment, Harlee finally understood. Rhys didnât really hate her.
He was just being childish.
He was jealous.
For some reason, this side of him was endearing to her, and she couldnât help but laugh.
âYouâre laughing? Iâm trying to have a serious conversation, and youâre laughing? Harlee, do you have any idea how irritating youââ
Harlee pinched her thigh to stifle her laughter. She grasped Rhysâ shoulders and looked him in the eye, speaking with sincerity.
âI didnât lie to you. When I said Iâd take care of you, I meant it.
As for the others, theyâre my friends, and theyâre your friends too. When friends are in need, isnât it right for us to help each other?â
The mention of âfriendsâ softened Rhysâ expression.
Harlee continued, âAnd youâre incredibly important to me.
But weâve been apart for years, so isnât it normal for me to have other friends? But still, I owe you an apology. You lost your memories, and I should have introduced you to them first.â
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