Chapter 352:
But she didnât care.
After leaving the National Aerospace Agency, Harlee had called Rhys to confirm he was available before she headed to the Grand Oak.
With Rhys, after which they and their families would become like familiar strangers, no longer meddling in each otherâs lives.
The Grand Oak was only a ten-minute drive from the National Aerospace Agency, and Harlee arrived at the private room a few minutes early.
After browsing the menu and selecting dishes she liked, she sent Rhys a quick text to ask about his preferences.
âOrder whatever you prefer,â Rhys replied.
âIf you like it, I will too.â
Harlee figured he wasnât particularly picky about food.
Rhys entered just as the waiter finished serving the dishes.
He walked over and sat across from her, his eyes alight with unmistakable joy.
âItâs been a while,â he said, his voice carrying a soft smile, clear and tender.
Harlee nodded, her tone low and calm, tinged with a coolness like melting snow.
âIâve been quite busy lately.â Her gaze was steady and intense as she spoke.
She wasnât lying. She had been shuttling between the university and the aerospace agency, working relentlessly to clear a full month for Uwhorâs matter.
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âYes, Iâm aware,â Rhys replied, nodding, a small smile hinting at unspoken thoughts, as if he were quietly scheming something.
He was secretly planning a way to âaccidentallyâ reveal to Harlee that he had ended his engagement.
During the meal, Harlee, as usual, preferred silence. Rhys, ever attentive, assisted her with the food. Knowing she disliked onions, he carefully removed them from her fish with elegant precision.
His actions were deliberate, his gaze intense, so much so that Harlee couldnât ignore it.
She frowned slightly, her fork pausing mid-air. The interaction unsettled her.
Hadnât they ended their engagement? Why was he still acting so considerate, so charming?
âI donât appreciate others serving me,â she said coldly.
âMr. Green, I invited you here today to discuss something important.â Her tone was polite but distant, underscored by an unmistakable formality.
A fleeting sadness passed through Rhysâ eyes.
Every word Harlee spoke felt like an icy needle piercing his heart.
He couldnât understand why they had grown so distant after returning from Claelia.
âWhatever you wish, Iâll ensure itâs done, so thereâs no need for discussion,â he said softly, his tone clear and measured.
But before he could finish, Harleeâs expression hardened, irritation flashing briefly across her face. She fixed her gaze on him, her lips pressed into a thin line, and a faint redness tinged the corners of her eyes.
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