Chapter 1389:
âIâm struggling to find much information about Nola as well,â Patrick said, his voice barely audible.
âI have a strong feeling that Nola is leading us around by the nose.â
The others echoed similar thoughts.
Harlee was a little shocked. It was the first time she had seen them like this. Nola seemed far more daunting than she had previously imagined. Her fists clenched.
Instinctively, Harlee looked deeper into the room where Rhys sat, his face stoic and seemingly unfazed by the reports being delivered.
âShould we implement precautions before proceeding?â Patrick asked. All eyes then shifted toward Rhys.
âThereâs no need,â Rhys responded firmly.
âContinue to execute Harleeâs orders. You may reduce the pace, but ensure all data is submitted in full.â
âYes!â everyone responded together. Patrick, however, remained uneasy and added, âGiven the current progress, Iâm afraid Harleeâ¦â
Rhys cut him off with a raised hand.
âDonât worry. The obstacles youâre encountering will be handled in time. Just concentrate on collecting the information.â
Nods of agreement followed.
Patrick stood, visibly surprised. With all of Rhysâ men reassigned to Harlee, he wondered where additional support would come from. But since he had known Rhys, he had never been able to guess Rhysâ thoughts, so he held back from making any further comments.
Harlee, overhearing this exchange from outside, furrowed her brows but chose not to enter the study. Instead, she turned back toward the bedroom to shower and rest. Rhys would tell her if he wanted to. Right now, her primary focus should be on her health, safeguarding the unborn child, and preparing for the confrontation with Nola. After her shower, Harlee lay in bed. Dawn was breaking, yet Rhys remained occupied in the study. She lay on her back, gently caressing her belly, her gaze fixed on the ceiling as if deep in thought, delaying sleep for the moment.
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Suddenly, the sound of footsteps and the door handle twisting echoed from outside. Harlee quickly shut her eyes, feigning sleep.
Moments later, the door swung open and the footsteps drew nearer. Harleeâs pretense became more convincing.
Rhys moved silently toward the bed, cautious not to wake her. He extended a hand to check Harleeâs forehead for any sign of fever. Finding her temperature normal, he let out a quiet sigh of relief. He carefully adjusted the quilt to cover her more securely.
Harlee remained still, wary of revealing that she was only pretending to sleep. Aware of the exhaustion Rhys faced due to her situation with Nola, she didnât want to add to his worries.
Luckily, Rhys, worn out himself, didnât pick up on her act. He simply sat by the bed, gazing at her peaceful face, finding solace after a tiring day.
After some time, Rhys, feeling somewhat refreshed, headed to the bathroom for a shower.
The sound of running water filled the room, and Harlee slowly opened her eyes, her gaze shifting toward the bathroom as her hand clutched the quilt.
As the water continued to run, Harleeâs eyelids grew heavy, and she eventually drifted into a deep sleep.
By the time Rhys returned, Harlee was soundly asleep. He slipped quietly into bed, wrapped his arms around her, and tenderly kissed her forehead.
âGood night, my love.â
Feeling his embrace, Harlee instinctively snuggled closer to him. A smile of contentment appeared on Rhysâ lips, and he, too, soon fell asleep.
Morning sunlight streamed through the slightly parted curtains. Harlee stretched languidly on the bed, her hand inadvertently brushing against a manâs abdomen. Startled, she rolled over.
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