WebNovelChapter 963: His fists balled at his sides, a physical testament to his inner turmoil.
Their gazes locked, charged with unspoken emotions.
At that moment, Rhys confronted the reality he had been avoiding—he was not indifferent to their divorce.
He couldn't deny the pain of accepting it.
Furthermore, the news of Harlee's engagement had shattered his pretense and his elaborate plan.
Confronted by her presence, he realized his feelings hadn't waned.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe still yearned to call her his own.
For three long years, Rhys had monitored every detail of Harlee's life, a fact known only to him.
He had played the part of a man who had moved on, but now, confronting her directly, he recognized his true position he had no right to challenge her decisions.
Curling his hands into fists, Rhys fought to quell the storm of emotions threatening to derail the meticulous plan he had nurtured for three years.
As he gradually regained control, the fury in his gaze softened.
Harlee, sharp as ever, noticed the subtle shift in his demeanor. She stepped forward, her hand extended in a tentative gesture of peace.
But Rhys, sensing the impending contact, recoiled, stepping back to maintain a buffer between them.
This rejection ignited a spark of anger in Harlee.
Her eyes narrowed with scorn, and her voice, cold and piercing, broke the tense silence.
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He averted his gaze, and the corners of his mouth twitched in discomfort.
"Miss Sanderson, you must be joking. I wouldn't pressuch a thing." Though Rhys had regained his composure, the sight of her sorrow tugged at his heartstrings.
Despite his resolve, empathy for her seeped through.
Hearing his reply, Harlee felt a wave of disappointment wash over her-heavier than she expected.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHer gaze lingered on Rhys' eyes, probing for answers, but all she could see was a veil of pretense.
The harsh truth loomed over her, a relentless reminder. The man standing before her bore little resemblance to the one she knew three years ago.
Feeling the futility of further resigned questions, self to silence. The air between them thickened with unspoken regrets.
Harlee, burdened by a series of disappointments, had becapathetic to the world around her. No longer did she care to uncover the reasons behind Rhys' "betrayal." With a placid expression, she stared at him, her eyes cold and distant. They seemed to weave together the narrative of their first encounter, the depth of their love, and the bleakness of their current reality. A tremor of distress shook Rhys to his core.
His eyes darted anxiously as he battled the impulse to bridge the gap between them.
His hands twitched at his sides before he reluctantly pulled them back. In the end, he chose silence.
Harlee offered him a lingering, profound look-one that conveyed receive.
her deep disappointment. Seeing that she wouldn't receive the answers she sought, she decisively stepped past him and made her exit. It felt as if the grand plan, once full of meaning and direction, had disintegrated into nothingness.
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