WebNovelChapter 964: As they brushed against each other, a surge of realization struck Rhys-he was on the brink of losing her forever. Unable to contain his emotions any longer, he reached out desperately and clasped her arm.
"Let go," Harlee commanded, her tone cold and resolved. Rhys, with a mix of defiance and desperation, tightened his grip.
Harlee responded by forcefully striking his knee.
"I said, let go!" Despite the pain, Rhys' fingers remained locked around her arm, driven by a futile hope. Terrified of the irrevocable damage it could do, he hesitated to release his grip, fearing that if he did, their relationship would be shattered forever.
Noel, who had been silent due to his knowledge of their shared affection, could no longer stand idly by at the sight of Harlee's evident distress.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe couldn't bear to see her in pain any longer.
With determined strides, Noel reached out and firmly seized Rhys' wrist.
"No more, Mr. Green," he declared, his voice ringing with authority as he forced Rhys' hand open.
"Harlee is my fiancée now." Then, with a protective stance, Noel drew Harlee to his side, positioning himself as a shield between her and Rhys, his actions declaring his role as her man.
The sight of their intertwined hands was a challenge to Rhys, who reacted with raw, unbridled jealousy. His eyes reddened, his sanity fraying at the edges.
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Blinded by rage, Rhys momentarily forgot that his own actions had driven Noel toward Harlee.
Reacting almost instinctively, Harlee shoved Rhys forcefully, her eyes blazing with anger.
"Rhys, what are you thinking?" she demanded, her voice sharp with reproach.
With a venomous glare, Rhys turned on Noel, his fist clenched for another strike.
But before Rhys could land another blow, Harlee sprang between them, bravely taking the hit herself. It was a testament to her resolve to protect Noel.
The blow struck Harlee squarely on the right cheek, and soon after, a trickle of blood emerged from the corner of her mouth.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Harlee, are you okay?" Noel's hands were gentle on her shoulders as he looked into her eyes, his own filled with concern. With a trembling hand, he delicately dabbed at the blood on her lip, cautious not to cause her more pain.
Harlee shook her head slightly. She was fine, but Rh s' actions had shaken her deeply.
Closing his eyes, Noel drew Harlee close, holding her tightly in a silent embrace. The words to comfort her were lost to him as he grasped the depth of her heartbreak.
Turning to Rhys, Noel's expression was thunderous, his cheeks quivering with suppressed rage. His voice cut through the air, sharp and accusatory.
"What exactly do you want?"
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