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    She watched Rhys carefully, noting that he was listening. She added, “Sometimes, when I’m busy, I might forget some details. I’ll need you to remind me.


    But if you ever ask, I’ll tell you everything. Okay?”


    “Uh…” Rhys furrowed his brow, as if mulling over her words.


    His expression nearly made Harleeugh again. If it weren’t for his stubbornness, Rhys, with his lost memory, seemed far more charming than before.


    After a long pause, Rhys finally nodded.


    “Alright, I’ll trust you again, even if reluctantly.”


    At that moment, Rhys realized that, in Harlee’s mind, Jonathan wasn’t more significant than him as she had neglected to introduce Jonathan to him.


    A surge of satisfaction filled him, and a smile crept onto his lips.


    Harlee remarked, “I’ve been traveling for the past two days, and I’m a little tired.”


    Rhys gently moved aside, patting the mattress.


    “You should get some sleep.”


    After two days of continuous travel, Harlee was indeed exhausted, but she still patiently exined everything to Rhys before closing her eyes to sleep. She drifted off almost instantly. Rhys, frustrated, wondered how she could sleep so soundly. It seemed like she’d fallen asleep in no time at all.


    Harleey still, and Rhys leaned over, watching her sleep.


    As Rhys stared at her, images from the videos Goodwin had shared reyed in his mind, and the faces of the people in those videos seemed to shift into his and…


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    Harlee’s.


    His gaze lingered on her lips, and his throat tightened involuntarily as he swallowed.


    Her lips looked so soft, and the impulse to kiss her overwhelmed him.


    Before he could stop himself, he found his lips on hers, as ifpelled by some unseen force. The sensation was electric.


    He froze, his heart racing.


    Harlee, deep in sleep, seemed to sense something. She frowned in her sleep, displeased. Startled, Rhys quickly pulled away, ending up on the floor.


    He dared not look at her lips again, nor allow the images in his mind to rey. Just one kiss had left him sweating, dry-mouthed.


    He feared that if he continued, he’d feel drained.


    Feeling hot, Rhys tugged at his cor, muttering to himself, “Harlee, since you’ve exined everything so clearly, I’ll reluctantly forgive you this time. Let’s consider that kiss a peace offering.


    But if there’s a next time, I’ll expect more.”


    As he spoke thosest words, his eyes burned with a desire he hadn’t realized.


    Rhys spent the night sitting on the floor, not allowing himself to sleep until he sensed Harlee was about to wake.


    He then pretended to still be asleep on the bed.


    Harlee rubbed her eyes sleepily, stretched, and seeing Rhys still “asleep,” she tiptoed out of the room.


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