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    “So, are you suggesting I should go sleep beside Christopher instead?”


    “You can’t!” The words burst out before Rhys could stop them. Realizing what he’d said, he hurried to backtrack.


    “That’s not what I meant. It’s just—men and women shouldn’t share a bed. It’s inappropriate, that’s all.


    Don’t overthink it.”


    Since Rhys had woken up from his unconsciousness, this was the first time Harlee had seen him so flustered.


    A hint of amusement tugged at her lips, and she couldn’t help but tease him further.


    Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she replied, “Overthink it? Care to exin what you mean by that?” At her words, Rhys’ face flushed, his expression caught between shyness and fluster, much like a startled puppy.


    Harlee, thoroughly entertained, chuckled. Turning off herptop, she ced it on the nightstand, pulled the nket snugly around herself, and sank into the pillows.


    “It’ste. Let’s just sleep.”


    Harlee now realized why people said beauty could chase away all worries.


    At this moment, she didn’t care about work or danger.


    All she wanted was to rx, shut her eyes, and savor thefort of a peaceful night with Rhys.


    Harlee’s voice was gentle, and the word “sleep” floated into Rhys’ heart softly, like a feather, leaving behind a sensation of ticklish warmth.


    That night, Rhys hardly managed any sleep.


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    His eyes were shut, yet he never truly fell into a deep slumber.


    Hey in bed, staring into the endless darkness, his mind filled with thoughts.


    He wondered how he should interact with Harlee from now on and how to remain true to himself without causing her any trouble.


    Even though Harlee hadn’t said a word and had only shown concern for his safety, Rhys deduced that his childish behavior had probably messed up her ns. Though his intentions had been good, the oue was still far from what he had hoped.


    Upon waking from his unconsciousness, Rhys had often hated his thirty-three-year-old self, feeling that version of him to be useless.


    But now, it seemed his current self was proving to be even less capable.


    At least his thirty-three-year-old self had managed to protect the ones he cherished.


    His current self only acted impulsively and created problems.


    Rhys rolled over to see Harlee sleeping soundly next to him, her breaths even, exuding a serene sense of stability and calm. They were merely sharing the bed in the most innocent sense of the phrase.


    But… Why was she sleeping at the edge of the bed? Was she trying to avoid him?


    In the quiet of the night, Rhys quietly sat up, cautiously drawing Harlee toward the center of the bed.


    He held his breath throughout, fearful that even the sound of his breath might disturb her sleep.


    Harlee, sensing Rhys’ actions, allowed a faint smile to grace her lips in the darkness.


    He imed he disliked sharing a bed with her, yet here he was, gently pulling her closer.


    Always so full of contradictions.


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