Chapter 1202: Chapter 1202

Chapter 1202:

Just then, a loud crash echoed from the staircase.

Harlee hurried over, only to see Rhys at the top, looking enraged with a broken glass at his feet. What was troubling him now?

As Harlee approached to speak, Rhys suddenly pulled her into his embrace.

His tone was both casual and commanding.

“Come with me!”

Confused, Harlee found herself being ushered into the bedroom by Rhys. In the next moment, he gently laid her on the bed. She hadn’t seen this side of Rhys before, and while it was unexpected, she didn’t pull away.

Then, Rhys secured her hands above her head, his silhouette enveloping her as he leaned in close, stopping just inches from her face.

Harlee gazed up at him, wide-eyed in surprise.

Rhys’s stern face hovered closely, his red eyes glaring at her.

“Why are you mad at me? I performed exceptionally well!”

“Because you…”

Rhys cut her off, his tone a mix of anger and pain.

“You know if I hadn’t resisted, we wouldn’t have secured those five extra minutes, nor would we have lasted until Christopher arrived. We would’ve faced greater danger!”

Harlee locked eyes with him, her own feelings a mix of anger and frustration.

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“You were betting on them not having more explosives! What if they had twice as much? If you had died there, could I have held on until Christopher arrived with reinforcements? If you died, would I even want to go on?” She couldn’t bear the thought of losing him again.

Rhys froze, his grip loosening as he tenderly caressed her cheek, his voice choked with emotion.

He hadn’t considered that his daring actions, though aimed at protecting her, might actually cause her pain.

“Next time, don’t be mad at me. I won’t put myself in danger again. Okay?”

“I wasn’t mad at you,” Harlee replied, feeling misunderstood.

When had she truly been angry at him?

“You were!” Rhys insisted with conviction.

Harlee was at a loss for words.

At the moment, Rhys only retained memories from before he turned thirteen.

Continuing this argument would be useless.

Harlee exhaled softly, affectionately tousling his hair.

“Alright. I won’t be mad at you anymore.”

Rhys looked at her, her offhand comment making him bashful.

He awkwardly turned away, murmuring a quiet “Hmm.”

The mood suddenly shifted to one of closeness, and Harlee fell silent. The quiet of the bedroom was filled only by their breathing.

Then, Rhys playfully rubbed his nose against her cheek.

“Harlee, you don’t know how to flirt, do you?”

Harlee’s eyes widened in surprise.

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