Chapter 891:
Without their love and Tonyaâs support, Harlee feared she might have spiraled into darkness after Rhysâ incident.
But now, with her familyâs love and friends like Tonya, she was determined to shed the weight of negative emotions and embrace a brighter, more positive life.
Skyla gently guided Harlee back into her seat, her fingers running through Harleeâs hair.
âGo on and drink your soup before it gets cold. Your happiness is all that matters to us.â
Harlee nodded with quiet resolve.
Meanwhile, far across the lands in Uwhor, Rhys followed Anikaâs lead toward a meeting with her so-called âsister.â Inside a dimly lit bar, Eugenia perched gracefully at the counter, her fingers tracing lazy circles on the stem of her wineglass.
A sultry smile played on her lips as she watched the pair approach.
âCare for a drink?â Eugenia asked smoothly.
Anika took the glass from Eugeniaâs hand and downed it.
âImported drinks always taste richer.â
Eugenia tugged Anika closer and whispered, âNot keeping up the sweet and innocent act anymore, are we?â
Anika slid into the seat beside Eugenia and lit a cigarette.
âItâs too much trouble to keep up the act.â
Eugeniaâs eyes flicked to Rhys as she leaned toward Anika and asked, âSo, how far have you gotten?â
Anika replied, âI told him you are my sister and that no one can save him except you.â
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Eugeniaâs response came with a mischievous pinch to Anikaâs waist.
âYou little devil, always roping me into your schemes!â
âRight back at you.â
Silently observing the two, Rhys could tell they werenât really sisters. With a smooth, confident stride, he approached Eugenia, his posture poised.
âHello, Iâm Rhys.â
Eugenia gave Rhys a casual nod and, with a graceful wave of her slender fingers, invited him to take the seat beside her.
Rhys settled himself at the bar with a refined posture, crossing his long, straight legs. Viewed from afar, he appeared almost sculptural. The sight was captivating.
Eugenia gracefully placed her wine glass on the bar and leaned in toward Rhys.
Her jet-black hair, vibrant crimson lips, and the elegant curve of her neckline caught the light as she rested her chin on her hand, her gaze fixed on him.
âApologies, but after a day filled with patients, I prefer gatherings that are a bit more laid-back,â Eugenia said.
Rhys responded with a courteous smile, accepting a glass from the bartender and gently tapping it against Eugeniaâs.
âItâs alright. This setting is perfectly relaxed.â
Having been in Uwhor for some time, Rhys had abandoned his initial plans of locating his friend and instead concentrated on earning Anikaâs trust.
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