Chapter 308:
As Rhys shrank the gap between them, Harlee stiffened, her knuckles whitening as she gripped the fabric inside her sleeves. Their bodies were close enough that a slight tilt of her head would allow her to lean on his chest.
Harlee masked her discomfort with a facade of serenity, silently inhaling deeply while she gazed out the window, her hand rigidly resting on her thigh.
Rhysâ expression was a mask of stoicism, giving nothing away.
Despite this, his palm was damp with sweat, and his pulse quickened.
Harleeâs delicate profile was so near that Rhys could note the subtle flutter of her eyelashes, prompting him to swallow hard.
A blush tinted the tips of his ears.
As Rhys caught the stiffness in Harleeâs posture, a spark of joy flickered in his eyes.
Her nervousness suggested he still had a chance.
With casual grace, Rhys sidled over to Fritz, aiming to ease Harleeâs tension.
Fritz couldnât understand why Rhys edged over instead of enjoying the proximity to Harlee.
Couldnât Rhys tell he was trying to be the perfect wingman, fostering their budding romance? Or did Rhys not like Harlee? Then why had a subtle smile appeared on Rhysâ lips earlier?
Fritz clicked his tongue in frustration, finding Rhys perplexing and difficult to decipher.
But he shrugged it off, as long as Rhys wouldnât target him.
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Fritz turned his head, his spirit now dimmed.
Gone was the smile he had when silently rooting for the soon-to-be coupleâs closeness.
Harlee noticed Rhysâ subtle movements and finally realized what Fritz had been up to.
A sly smirk crossed her face, her eyes twinkling with a calculated mischief. She considered it was about time for Aldrich to rein in Fritz. It was audacious of Fritz to interfere in her business.
Abruptly, the car veered sharply to the right, its tire clashing against a small stone and jolting everyone inside due to the vehicleâs speed.
Rhys instantly shifted his gaze toward Harlee and asked with concern, âAre you alright?â
Harlee merely shook her head, remaining silent.
Patrick hastily apologized with a tremor in his voice, âIâm sorry, Mr. Green, Miss Sanderson. I didnât see the stones ahead.â
âGo and face the consequences,â Rhys commanded crisply.
Patrick nodded silently.
Harlee held her tongue, choosing not to speak up for Patrick as she felt it wasnât her place to challenge Rhysâ authority over his subordinates.
The car gradually came to a halt at a street corner.
Fritz opened the car door, the first one to exit the vehicle.
He awkwardly twisted his neck and clasped his waist with one hand, letting out a weary sigh.
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