Chapter 234:
âJust curious,â Fletcher replied, his voice steady, yet his hands tightened around the steering wheel.
He had never heard Harlee praise anyone before.
Her moderate approval of Rhys sparked an idea in him.
Could it be�
Fletcherâs eyes narrowed thoughtfully as a strategic plan slowly formed in his mind.
He began to contemplate reviving the notion of an alliance between the Green and Sanderson families.
Since Harlee held Rhys in some regard, he resolved to integrate Rhys into the Sanderson family by any means necessary.
The Maserati slowly pulled into the parking lot at Baythorn University. The engine was turned off, and Harlee glanced sideways at Fletcher.
âIâm here. Thank you,â she said, her gentle tone softening Fletcherâs heart.
âDid you just say that to me?â he asked, somewhat doubting his ears.
As Harlee gently closed the car door, she leaned down and smiled at him.
âWho else would I be saying it to but you?â
âYouâre not upset with me anymore?â
âWhy would I be?â Harlee smiled.
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She inwardly added, âWhy waste time on a man with a less-than-sharp mind?â but kept that thought to herself, preserving Fletcherâs pride.
A flicker of determination crossed Fletcherâs eyes, and a renewed sense of duty to protect Harlee was evident in his tender, steadfast gaze as he watched her walk away from the car.
âNo matter which family your rivals in love come from, whether itâs the Morgan family or the Hilton family, Iâll help you handle them and make sure you enjoy a pleasant relationship with him!â
âHuh?â Harlee looked puzzled.
âRivals in love?â
Noticing Harleeâs confusion, Fletcher didnât clarify but simply reaffirmed his commitment to help her win Rhysâ heart.
Harlee was still confused, but recalling Fletcherâs tendency to misinterpret things, she figured he had misunderstood something again. She chose not to dwell on it.
âAnyway, Iâm heading up,â Harlee declared.
Fletcher smiled and waved cheerfully.
âDonât worry. Iâll handle it for you!â
By the time Fletcher had waved goodbye, Harlee was already walking away. In the parking lot, he waited until Harlee had completely vanished from sight before starting the car and exiting Baythorn University.
As Fletcher was driving back to the fishing ground, his phone rang, and Coulson Aguilarâs name appeared on the screen.
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