Chapter 1466:
Everyone in the room froze. Rhys was far too indulgent of his woman, wasnât he? She was practically using him as a human cushion!
Casper, on the verge of madness, went silent. His wild gaze was fixed on the pair as they sat there, calm and composed, as if the chaos surrounding them didnât matter at all.
After settling on the sofa, Rhys began to smooth Harleeâs hair, his fingers gentle. Then, he poured her a glass of water, holding it up to her lips with great care.
âDid you know the moment I left?â he asked softly.
Harlee took a few slow, deliberate sips before answering, âYes.â
âI knew youâd figure it out the moment I left!â He chuckled, his fingers warm as they traced the corner of her mouth, gently wiping away the water stain with a tender touch.
Harlee quipped, âBut you still tried to hide it from me.â
With a shrug, Harlee leaned back into Rhysâ warm embrace.
A grin slowly spread across Rhysâ lips as he adjusted her into a more comfortable position.
âSo, this becomes our little secret.â
Rhysâ crew averted their eyes, feigning ignorance. Rhys and Harlee had a tendency to indulge in public displays of affection, often oblivious to the discomfort it caused those around them. Those who regularly spent time with them had long since mastered the art of tuning out the coupleâs antics. Whenever things got too intimate, they would tactfully make their exits.
Only Oaklee, unfamiliar with Rhys and Harleeâs behavior, seemed visibly annoyed. She rolled her eyes at the pair and stormed out for a smoke. The display was simply too much for her to endure. She felt nauseous just witnessing it.
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Oaklee regretted not bringing her new boyfriend along. His presence might have spared her from this torture.
The mood in the private room grew thick with tension. If given another chance, none of the occupants would have willingly stepped foot into such a torturous gathering. They had already witnessed so many assassins fall and had to choke back their screams. And now, they had to endure this coupleâs public display of affection? What a dreadful banquet!
The crowd cursed silently in their hearts. They would have preferred death over attending another event hosted by Rhys and Harlee. These gatherings could be more dangerous than any battlefield.
As the room settled into an uncomfortable silence, Harlee did the unexpected. She had a chair brought over and placed directly in front of Casper. Settling into it, she adopted a posture that was both casual and commanding.
Without saying a word, Harleeâs intense gaze was enough to signal that she expected a confession from Casper, sending a fresh wave of dread through the room. It was clear that, like Rhys, she possessed the ability to shift from calm to fury in the blink of an eye.
Patrick fetched an additional chair from outside. Rhys took the seat next to Harlee, mirroring her formidable aura. Despite the warmth of the room, a palpable chill swept through.
Casper, defeated, slumped to the floor, his options exhausted. Even the stealthiest of assassins had been subdued without a sound. He knew he stood no chance against Rhys and Harlee.
Lifting his head, Casper met Harleeâs gaze. She casually rested her hand on the armrest, propped up her chin, and offered a smug smile that seemed to demand his submission.
Wesson, witnessing the scene, was flooded with unpleasant memories. Harlee had once wielded the same indifferent demeanor to break him and his sister.
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