Chapter 292:
Patrick was about to ask further, but Rhysâ expression turned stern, and his voice grew sharp.
âLeave.â
Patrickâs eyes widened in disbelief.
His assignment today was to safeguard Rhys, and if he left⦠Rhys was not being rational. In the end, Patrick obeyed and silently left the room.
Faced with Merrittâs orders and Rhysâ command, he chose to follow the latter.
However, his admiration for Harlee waned. While she was stunning and remarkable, was she worth risking Rhysâ safety? He hated femme fatales.
Harlee rested her chin on her hand, her cold stare tracking Patrick until he shut the door behind him. Rhysâ hand, which had been pouring coffee, paused briefly.
Her alertness remained sharp. Patrick thought his disapproval had gone unnoticed, but Harlee had seen right through him.
âDid you come to Claelia looking for me?â Rhysâ deep eyes shimmered with a hint of hope.
Harlee shook her head and then gave a small nod.
âIn a sense. So, shall we work together?â
âSure.â
Harlee turned toward Rhys, her eyes sparkling as she assessed him.
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After a moment of quiet, she slowly said, âShouldnât you be asking about the type of partnership Iâm proposing?â
Rhys tilted his head slightly, a glimmer of amusement in his deep-set eyes.
âIt doesnât matter. Iâm open to any kind of collaboration you have in mind.â His voice was low and slightly husky, carrying an irresistible allure.
For a second, Harlee found herself momentarily enchanted, almost pulled into his charm. She had to concede, Rhys was extraordinarily attractive, exactly her type in every possible way.
His abilities, charm, and outlook on the world were in perfect harmony with hers.
He was the most suitable partner she had ever met⦠If only he werenât so determined to dissolve their engagement.
Rhys caught the fleeting moment of distraction on her face.
His heart surged with happiness. She wasnât as detached as she appeared. She harbored feelings for him.
He surmised the only thing in the way was his engagement to a woman he assumed heâd never met. Once he returned and officially ended the engagement with the Sanderson family, she wouldnât have to suppress her feelings for him.
Rhys cleared his throat, his voice becoming even deeper.
âWhat I mean is, regardless of the venture, I trust youâll ensure it wonât disadvantage me.â
âYeah,â Harlee replied, her voice lazy, with a slight drawl at the end.
She looked up, her eyes locking with Rhysâ intense gaze. They shared a smile that conveyed mutual understanding. Some things were better left unspoken.
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