WebNovelChapter 927: Harlee stood to leave, worried that lingering might let her emotions overwhelm her.
Patrick and Hamilton shared a knowing look as if to say, "Psychologists really can read minds." Catching Noel's eye, Patrick and Hamilton rose simultaneously.
"We're leaving too." Noel nodded and said, "Alright." Noel felt perhaps the happiest among them was Rhys, who had loyal friends and the special one reciprocated his feelings. Noel felt a twinge of envy.
The dimly lit street stretched out before Harlee. She wandered down it, lost in thought. She didn't have the driver take her to the Remson Manor but instead got off at a junction 500 meters away.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHarlee hadn't visited Remson Manor in almost six months, having slowly withdrawn from it, yet tonight, she felt a compelling pull to visit it.
Unbeknownst to her, a man dressed in black followed her from a discreet distance, about two hundred meters back, ensuring he remained unnoticed.
Even as Harlee ascended the steps to the manor, he lingered, standing silently among the flowers meters away. He remained motionless, his attention persistently fixed on the bedroom window of Remson Manor.
The following day, Harlee woke up at dawn after a sound sleep, having skipped her medication. She glanced at the antidepressants on her bedside table and smiled.
"It seems I might not need to up the dose. Perhaps I can even reduce it..." She stretched lazily in bed, taking a moment before managing to rise.
Over the last three years, Harlee had delegated all her responsibilities at the Green Group to Brixton and stayed mostly out of the daily operations at Shadow Moon Group.
Her focus was primarily on projects at the National Aerospace Agency and tasks for Baldrick.
She afforded herself this break because she had just concluded a significant case for Baldrick and now only needed to oversee the final testing at the aerospace agency.
Standing at the bedroom's floor-to-ceiling window, Harlee looked out over the landscape that was both familiar and strange, her emotions a complex combination. It had been three years since she last admired this view. Thinking of Rhys, she impulsively picked up her phone and dialed the number she had tried countless times without a response. It was tfor a direct conversation with Rhys.
After such a long interval, she wasn't even sure if the number was still operational, especially now that Rhys had returned.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmClutching her phone tightly, the uncertainty showed in her eyes.
Bracing herself for another unanswered call, she was taken aback when it connected.
"Lee..." The voice on the other end was subdued as if silenced by secrecy.
Harlee's grip on the phone tightened, her throat tightening with emotion.
After thousands of attempts, she pts, shin m finally got through!
But suddenly, Harlee felt the m conversation was pointless. "Rhys, stay out of my life." Rhys was taken aback.
He pondered if she knew he was near Remson Manor the previous night.
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