Chapter 124: Chapter 124

Chapter 124:

“How about grabbing some late-night bites?” Rhys suggested with a playful wink.

Harlee raised her head, her expression serene and undisturbed, as though the suddenness of Rhys’ appearance was nothing unexpected.

But as she lowered her gaze, her eyes inadvertently revealed her turmoil.

Just half an hour earlier, Ritchie had sent Harlee a message that Maurice was searching for them but had encountered interference from someone.

After some investigation, it turned out that the Tartarus Club was involved. This revelation sparked Harlee’s curiosity about the club. She infiltrated the club’s digital archives and unearthed that Rhys was the mysterious owner.

As she processed this revelation, a vivid recollection of their last encounter flashed before her eyes, a whispering intuition suggesting that Rhys would seek her out in the park.

Despite her skepticism, she found herself drawn to the nearest park to the Tartarus Club.

“Okay,” Harlee nodded.

“Want anything specific to eat?” he asked.

Harlee, her thick eyelashes fluttering slightly as she stole a glance at him, remained silent.

A little indulgence now and then seemed harmless.

“Some local street food,” she finally said.

She expected Rhys, with his strong preference for cleanliness, to disdain street food. Yet, there they were, an hour later, settled at a humble roadside stall. She felt a warm swell of gratitude as Rhys carefully wiped down each piece of tableware and then rinsed them with steaming water before passing them to her with a small, reassuring nod.

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She accepted them with ease, picking up a skewer and taking a carefree bite, savoring the flavor without a second thought.

Watching Rhys continue his rigorous cleaning, Harlee felt compelled to speak up.

“If it bothers you that much, we could always go somewhere else.”

Barely had her words left her lips when Rhys poured himself a beer into an unscaled glass and threw it back in one determined go.

“Hey, I’m not some kind of germ freak,” he said.

Harlee found herself at a loss for words. If he had eased the creases in his brow, she might have believed that. Yet, she refused to dampen her spirits. Since he bore it well enough, she indulged joyously.

“Why did you show up at the park near the Tartarus Club? You knew I’d come looking, didn’t you?” Rhys instantly regretted his blunt words.

Harlee, oblivious to his turmoil, savored the last bite of beef brisket, while Rhys watched, spellbound. Their gazes locked as she raised her eyes.

Acknowledging his strained look with a nod, Harlee responded, “Yep, just waiting for you to treat me to a midnight feast.”

At that instant, a flicker of happiness warmed Rhys’ heart, lighting up his gaze. Yet, a shadow of disappointment darkened his features due to Harlee’s next words.

Harlee, flashing a knowing smile, said, “It’s only courteous to thank someone face-to-face, right, Mr. Green?”

She noticed the quick shadow of disappointment cross his face.

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