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    Rhys hadn’t anticipated a drug rpse on his first day back. Overwhelmed with pain, he decided to return to Remson Manor, hoping thefort of old memories would help him endure.


    He hadn’t expected Harlee to be there as well.


    Despite a fierce internal battle, he found himself unable to leave and insteady next to Harlee, silently watching her as she slept.


    Rhys promised himself he’d stay only an hour before leaving, but he sumbed to sleep in just twenty minutes.


    By the time he awoke, Harlee had already found him.


    Rhys had hoped to pretend he didn’t know and simply get by, but Harlee had never been one for vague or uncertain rtionships.


    “Just hold on a little longer… Lee, just a bit longer. I will eliminate all threats for you…” His eyes sparkled with resolute determination, a fierce intensity brewing within.


    The next morning, Harlee stretched outfortably on Tonya’s bed.


    Harlee had a key to Tonya’s ce, and with Ritchie away on business in Uwhor, she had driven overte at night to find Tonya.


    On the bed, Harlee, though tired, managed to sit up, her natural beauty still evident without any makeup.


    Tonya clung to Harlee like an octopus.


    “Harlee, did you sleep with Rhys after sharing a bedst night?” she mumbled, barely awake.


    “No,” Harlee replied, gently detaching Tonya’s limbs from around her.


    Tonya clung to Harlee once more.


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    After a brief pause, she said, “Really? Has Rhys be impotent or something after three years? To have a beauty like you in his arms and do nothing?”


    Harlee chuckled and yfully pushed Tonya onto the bed.


    Her sleepy eyes suddenly brightened, revealing a mischievous yet sharp look.


    “Is there anything in your mind other than naughty thoughts?”


    Captivated by Harlee’s intense gaze, Tonya clung to her even more tightly.


    “My mind is only filled with you and those naughty ideas.”


    Harlee teased, “What about Ritchie?”


    Tonya responded without skipping a beat, “He’s one of the naughty ideas!”


    Harlee burst intoughter and then yfully pulled Tonya toward the bathroom.


    They stood side by side, brushing their teeth.


    Tonya became serious, inquiring about Rhys’s condition and offering some logical insight.


    “Considering everything, it’s unclear whether he identally ingested drugs, was poisoned, or if it’s nothing at all. We need more of his hair to determine that.”


    Tonya nced at Harlee with a raised eyebrow, suggesting, “Maybe you should work your magic…”


    Harlee turned her face away and said, “Don’t even think about it.”


    “Do you honestly intend to hold a public announcement about your divorce from Rhys?” Tonya was visibly shaken by Harlee’s proposal during their breakfast chat. She choked, her coughs echoing around the room, and took several sips of water to calm her nerves before posing the question.


    Without pausing for Harlee’s reply, Tonya pressed on, her eyebrows furrowed in concern.


    “Seriously? Didn’t you mention there could be an exnation for Rhys’ actions? Aren’t you going to consider giving him another shot?”


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