Chapter 512:
âYou had predicted my hospital visit, so how could I not see through your reason for not messaging me because of Brenton?â
Rhysâ fingers delicately traced her earlobe, his head inclining slightly as he halted just shy of her lips.
Leaning close to her ear, his whisper tantalized her senses.
âWe donât need words to understand each otherâs thoughts.
We are made for each other!â
Their romantic connection deepened with his words.
Harlee tilted her head, her nose softly grazing Rhysâ jawline.
She spoke in a deliberately sweet and enticing tone.
âYes, Rhys.
Weâre perfectly aligned!â
Rhys laughed softly, shaking his head as his Adamâs apple bobbed silently.
âDo you prefer kissing with your eyes open?â
Lost in a fleeting reverie, Harlee was suddenly jolted back by a chuckle.
Moments later, she felt a forceful kiss pressed against her warm lips, infused with Rhysâ distinctive and fresh scent.
Rhysâ large hands roamed Harleeâs slender waist with an urgent tenderness as he deepened the kiss, his lips exploring from her mouth to her ears and neck, seemingly desiring to embrace her very essence.
Together, they gently reclined on a mat.
Through the fabric of her clothes, Rhysâ fingers tenderly traced the contours of Harleeâs upper body, their breaths mingling and lingering in the air for what felt like an eternity.
However, just as their intimacy threatened to cross boundaries, Rhys caught himself.
A flush of embarrassment tinted his cheeks as he carefully adjusted Harleeâs attire.
His voice was husky and magnetic, betraying his fervent emotions.
LÉtÑÑÏ chÉÏÏÑrs ιn gðªlðovÑðð.ððð
âHarlee, I love you so much.â
Cradled in his embrace, Harleeâs response was feeble but sincere.
She listened to his earnest declaration and softly countered, âI know, butâ¦
I just like you.â
She gently tugged at the collar of his open shirt, her gaze locked on his.
âDo you think thatâs unfair?â
Despite her fondness for him, she remained acutely aware that her feelings were shallow, easily severed.
She felt a pang of sympathy, but it didnât run any deeper than that.
Rhys, hearing her confession of having feelings for him, a sentence he had often dreamed of, mustered a slight smile as he tightened his embrace.
His smile held a trace of ambiguity as he replied, âUnfair? Not at all.
Iâm just grateful for our crossed paths and the chance to interact with you.â
Harleeâs lips curved into a soft smile as her fingers brushed against Rhysâ cheek before she placed a tender kiss on his chin.
Words were superfluous between them.
Their silent understanding spoke volumes.
This was Harleeâs way of responding to Rhys.
For Rhys, it sufficed.
Later, faced with an international project in the afternoon, Rhys lingered with Harlee for another half-hour before she reluctantly let him depart.
Upon her return from the brisk air, Harlee noticed Coulson.
He was perched near the expansive floor-to-ceiling window outside the laboratory, his gaze lost in the distance, seemingly ensnared by a perplexing thought.
As Harlee studied Coulsonâs expression more intently, she discerned that it wasnât academic intrigue or confusion etching his features but a raw curiosity mixed with bewilderment.
He appeared deeply intrigued by the individual she had met earlier, yet uncertain whether to discuss it with Fletcher.
Walking past Coulson, Harlee settled into a cozy nook on the sofa and drifted into a nap.
Time blurred around her until she gradually awoke to find Coulson rising from his seat, his eyes inadvertently fixed on her.
Harlee stretched, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, and ambled to the restroom to freshen up.
Exiting, she discovered Coulson lingering close behind, his expression a mix of curiosity and hesitation.
Slowly turning to face him, Harlee arched an eyebrow and inquired, âWhat do you want to know?â
âI donât want to know anything,â Coulson asserted, shaking his head emphatically.
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