NovelEnglishChapter 1312 Chapter 1312: As sleep slipped away, Harlee's eyes widened with the sudden memory-she hadn't let Rhys into the room last night. A faint smile appeared on her lips. She spent a few more moments in bed before leisurely rising to freshen up and change into her casual clothes.
Upon opening her bedroom door, she found Rhys waiting outside, his face showing a blend of sadness and hopefulness, his eyes almost imploring.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHarlee couldn't suppress a chuckle. Looking at him with a relaxed expression, she asked, "Have you been standing outside my door all night?" Rhys quickly shook his head, his voice filled with self-pity. "No, I tried to sleep on the living room couch. It was too short, so I curled up, and now my body hurts. I only had a light blanket. Harlee, I realize my mistake. Can I sleep in our bed tonight?" His demeanor was that of a dejected puppy, softly nudging her from tto time, appearing exceedingly sweet and submissive.
Harlee's annoyance vanished on the spot. Just as she was about to reply, she noticed Rhys fidgeting with something in his pocket.
Though curious, she chose to remain silent and, feeling hungry, walked over to the dining table and sat down. Fresh content live now gVlnovsRhys paused for a second before quickly following her.
In the dining area, a bowl of hot macaroni and cheese was waiting on a food warmer. Rhys placed it in front of her as soon as she settled in, eager to make amends.
Harlee realized just how much being blocked out of the bedroom had impacted him as she watched him serve her breakfast.
After placing the food down, Rhys, still tense, extracted a crumpled letter from his pocket. He gazed at it nervously and then began to read aloud with hesitation. "Apology letter, my dearest wife, hello. First, I want to express my..." Hearing this, Harlee paused mid-sip of her soup and looked up at him silently. An apology letter? The idea that Rhys had prepared an apology letter took her by surprise, momentarily making her feel she had gone too far. "Reflecting on it now, I realize how my irrational actions have overshadowed our relationship. At the time, I was blind to the impact. I tried to control aspects of your life, which only served to increase your stress and pain...” Rhys meticulously read each word of the apology letter. He was only halfway through when a disturbance from the courtyard interrupted him, marked by Patrick's urgent voice calling, "Harlee, Harlee..." Patrick burst in from outside, looking desperate.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRhys' face immediately soured. Grasping the apology letter tightly, his frustration was evident. Once again, Patrick, this oblivious fool, had disrupted his moment! Maybe shipping Patrick off to a far-off place like Claelia to handle business was a good idea.
Concerned Rhys might vent his frustration on Patrick, Harlee stood up, took the letter from Rhys, and slipped it into her pocket. "I'll forgive you for now," she said. "We'll see how things go from here." She then rushed to the front door, where Patrick stood, panting and visibly stressed, carrying a woman drenched in blood.
The woman's condition was dire, her pale, slender hands dangling om lifelessly one hand clutching a red string.
Stopping at the threshold of the living room, Harlee recognized the redm Andher string immediately, and her expression hardened. That woman had arrived.
Patrick, noticing Harlee's stern look, said in astonishment, "Harlee, do you recognize this woman? I found her collapsed at the complex entrance. I wanted to take her to the hospital, but she insisted on seeing you." Patrick carefully set the woman down. "I thought she might know you, so I brought her here."
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