?Chapter 917:
“Were you about to swing the door open without looking? Did you forget everything you learned about safety? Always check your surroundings before doing that!”
If she had opened the door, the delivery man might have collided with her, leaving her injured. The thought of her getting hurt was unbearable to him.
Harlee felt a sting at the tip of her nose but kept her expression stoic.
“Fine. Thanks.
Can you let go now?”
Rhys’ fingers tensed before releasing their grip.
He reminded himself not to let his yearning for her disrupt what needed to be done.
Harlee’s voice turned frosty.
“You vanished for three years. Whye back now?”
“She wants to meet my rtives,” Rhys answered tly.
“Well, congrattions. Wishing you both evesting happiness.” Harlee slid into the driver’s seat, shut the door with finality, and drove off without a backward nce.
Rhys stood motionless, his eyes following the trail of her car as he tilted his head back, struggling to keep his tears in check.
Harlee didn’t drive far.
After ensuring she’d distanced herself from Rhys, she pulled over. The words “She wants to meet my rtives” yed on an endless loop in her head.
Pulling out her phone, Harlee aimlessly scrolled through her contacts until her gaze settled on Rhys’ profile image.
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His username still read “Love Lee Forever.” The irony hit her hard. The man who promised eternal love had returned, hand in hand with someone else.
Nathaniel, Jose, and Belinda were clearly unaware of Rhys’ return. They continued tagging Harlee in their group chat.
Nathaniel’s message read, “Don’t forget toe for dinner tonight!”
Since marrying into the Green family, Harlee’s world had been divided. While she didn’t live with them full-time, she still attended weekly family dinners.
Harlee had been nning to find an opportunity to tell them about Rhys’ return, so she replied in the group chat with a simple “Okay.”
At the Green family estate, by the time Harlee arrived, Nathaniel had alreadye back from the countryside.
He greeted her with a cheerful wave.
“Harlee, how about a few rounds of chess?”
“Nathaniel, still eager to lose to me?” Harlee teased as she approached.
“Excuse me! I beat you twicest time,” Nathaniel retorted, puffing out his chest.
“That’s because you kept undoing your moves.”
“Lies! I just got a bit senile and dropped the pieces identally!” he huffed in protest.
Hearing this, Harlee could only shake her head.
Belinda, having noticed Harlee’s arrival, set aside her embroidery to greet her,ughing as she caught the tail end of their banter.
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