NovelEnglishChapter 1389 Chapter 1389: "I'm struggling to find much information about Nola as well," Patrick said, his voice barely audible.
"I have a strong feeling that Nola is leading us around by the nose." The others echoed similar thoughts.
Harlee was a little shocked. It was the first tshe had seen them like this. Nola seemed far more daunting than she had previously imagined. Her fists clenched.
Instinctively, Harlee looked deeper into the room where Rhys sat, his face stoic and seemingly unfazed by the reports being delivered.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Should we implement precautions before proceeding?" Patrick asked. All eyes then shifted toward Rhys. "There's no need," Rhys responded firmly.
"Continue to execute Harlee's orders. You may reduce the pace, but ensure all data is submitted in full." "Yes!" everyone responded together. Patrick, however, remained uneasy and added, "Given the current progress, I'm afraid Harlee..." Rhys cut him off with a raised hand.
"Don't worry. The obstacles you're encountering will be handled in time. Just concentrate on collecting the information." Nods of agreement followed.
Patrick stood, visibly surprised. With all of Rhys' men reassigned to Harlee, he wondered where additional support would cfrom. But since he had known Rhys, he had never been able to guess Rhys' thoughts, so he held back from making any further comments.
Harlee, overhearing this exchange from outside, furrowed her brows but chose not to enter the study. Instead, she turned back toward the bedroom to shower and rest. Rhys would tell her if he wanted to. Right now, her primary focus should be on her health, safeguarding the unborn child, and preparing for the confrontation with Nola. After her shower, Harlee lay in bed. Dawn was breaking, yet Rhys remained occupied in the study. She lay on her back, gently caressing her belly, her gaze fixed on the ceiling as if deep in thought, delaying sleep for the moment.
galnovsis full of thrilling adventures Suddenly, the sound of footsteps and the door handle twisting echoed from outside. Harlee quickly shut her eyes, feigning sleep.
Moments later, the door swung open and the footsteps drew nearer. Harlee's pretense becmore convincing. Rhys moved silently toward the bed, cautious not to wake her. He extended a hand to check Harlee's forehead for any sign of fever. Finding her temperature normal, he let out a quiet sigh of relief. He carefully adjusted the quilt to cover her more securely.
Harlee remained still, wary of revealing that she was only pretending to sleep. Aware of the exhaustion Rhys faced due to her situation with Nola, she didn't want to add to his worries.
Luckily, Rhys, worn out himself, didn't pick up on her act. He simply sat by the bed, gazing at her peaceful face, finding solace after a tiring day.
After stime, Rhys, feeling somewhat refreshed, headed to the bathroom for a shower.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe sound of running water filled the room, and Harlee slowly opened her eyes, her gaze shifting toward the bathroom as her hand clutched the quilt.
As the water continued to run, Harlee's eyelids grew heavy, and she eventually drifted into a deep sleep.
By the tRhys returned, Harlee was soundly asleep. He slippedm quietly into bed wrapped his arms around her, and tenderly kissed her forehead. "Good night, my love."
Feeling his embrace, Harlee instinctively snuggled closer him.
A smile of contentment appeared on Rhys lips, and he, too, soon fell asleep.
Morning sunlight streamed through the slightly parted curtains. Harlee stretched languidly on the bed, her hand inadvertently brushing against a man's abdomen. Startled, she rolled over.
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