Chapter 484:
As warmth seeped back into her bones, the world around little Harlee, once cast in stark monochrome, blossomed into vivid color. She caught a glimpse of the young boy grinning at her encouragingly, his smile radiant.
The young boy explained to her that feeling helpless was natural at this stage and suggested she delve into the world of hacking to break free from her constraints.
Little Harleeâs curiosity was piqued, her eyes round and bright with wonder. In a hushed tone, she asked, âCan hacking truly be that powerful?â
Captivated by her innocence, the boy nodded vigorously.
âAbsolutely! Itâs incredibly powerful! However, itâs not something everyone can master. Take me, for example. I canât hack!â
Little Harlee giggled at his earnest admission, finding him utterly endearing. She leaned in impulsively and pecked his cheek.
âIâll definitely give it a try. Thank you!â The boy, momentarily dazed by her gesture, touched his cheek in disbelief until an elderly man ushered him away, leaving him still bemused by the encounter.
Suddenly, Harlee jolted awake, her thoughts tangled in the strangeness of the dream she had just had.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she turned to gaze at the photo of the boy on her nightstand, reminiscing about the dream. It dawned on her why she had felt an inexplicable bond upon meeting Rhys for the first time.
He was the very boy who had introduced her to the realm of hacking years earlier.
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For Harlee, the dream was more than a mere fantasy.
It was a vivid echo of her youth.
Before Barbara had taken Harlee under her wing at the Gill residence and secured her engagement to Collin, Averie had cruelly left Harlee alone in a park once. Those hours, filled with uncertainty and fear, had marked the toughest period of Harleeâs childhood and a pivotal moment in her life.
Recalling the confident little Rhys in her dream, who had insisted he hadnât mastered hacking, Harlee couldnât help but laugh.
He had changed so much since thenâ¦
At that moment, a knock echoed through the room. The door swung open gently, and Rhys entered slowly, crouching down in front of Harlee.
His voice was lazy and husky as he asked, âYouâre up? Breakfast is ready.â
Harleeâs heart fluttered, the familiar timbre of his voice tickling her ears delightfully. The timing of his presence and his alluring voice were nearly perfect. It dawned on Harlee then that she had spent the night at Rhysâ place, with Brentonâs consent.
She propped herself up gradually, her eyes scanning his face with serious intent. Meeting Harleeâs inquisitive eyes with a soft smile, Rhys remained silent, letting her gaze explore his features.
Harlee thought back to the boy from her dream, comparing the memory to the man before her.
His smile mirrored the bright, innocent expression she remembered so vividly.
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