Chapter 540: Chapter 540

Chapter 540:

Turning to Harlee, Rhys gripped her hand with reassurance.

“Stay with me. We’re in this together.”

Harlee returned the pressure, her voice a whisper of trust.

“I believe in you.”

Patrick, hearing their exchange, remained silent, a slight shake of his head the only sign of his disbelief.

Amidst the peril, their bond seemed to grow even stronger.

Focused entirely on navigating the treacherous road, he dared not voice a complaint.

Harlee, still weakened and unable to manage the gun’s fierce kickback, left Rhys to handle the defense alone.

Firing with relentless precision, Rhys felt his energy waning, his resolve tested with every bullet that left the chamber.

“Oh no!” Patrick shouted, his knuckles whitening on the steering wheel as he swerved hard to avoid a black car that careened into their path. The tires screeched in protest as he floored the accelerator again, his voice tight with urgency.

“Mr. Green, we have less than ten minutes left!”

Rhys leaned out the window, his movements sharp and precise as he fired two quick shots. The bullets struck the nearest car. Without missing a beat, he pulled back inside and shrugged off his bulletproof vest.

“Head straight for the bridge ahead,” Rhys said, his tone calm despite the chaos around them.

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“We’ll ditch the car and jump. It will take them a few minutes to figure out where we went, and that will give Hamilton enough time to bring in reinforcements.”

He carefully draped the vest over Harlee’s shoulders, guiding her arms through the straps as she opened her mouth to protest.

“Harlee, just wear it. You’re not fully healed yet. If you’re not wearing this, I’ll be too distracted worrying about you, and that’s a risk we can’t afford.”

Rhys pressed her hands gently but firmly, his voice dropping to a low, velvety tone.

“Please, just wear it for your safety.”

Harlee glanced at the vest, her resolve wavering.

A flicker of warmth passed through her. She understood, more than anything, that Rhys wasn’t trying to charm her into complying. If she didn’t wear the vest, he would be consumed with concern, his mind constantly on her safety.

In the past, when Harlee worked with the members of the Shadow Moon Society, everyone had each other’s backs.

But Rhys’ protection was different. It made her heart feel warm and race all at once.

Looking up at Rhys, Harlee’s eyes glinted with an emotion that was both fierce and tender.

She nodded with determination.

“Alright, I’ll take care of myself. You focus on the fight.”

Rhys ruffled her hair gently, his gesture speaking volumes, more than words ever could.

His face tightened with concern, but he said nothing.

Patrick, equally worried, offered his bulletproof vest to Rhys.

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