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    Harlee let out a sigh of relief, feeling grateful that Tonya had returned.


    Approaching slowly, Harlee suddenly stopped mid-stride, her eyes narrowing, the world around her fading to gray. Rhys hade to.


    He remained still, his eyes bloodshot, staring at her like she was a stranger.


    Harlee felt a sense of unease under his intense gaze. She found herself unable to move, as if her feet were weighed down with lead.


    Rhys gazed at Harlee, his eyes cold and empty, resembling a deep, unfathomable void. With a weak effort, he lifted his foot and slowly made his way toward her.


    His eyes scrutinized her, leaving no detail unnoticed.


    After what seemed an eternity, Rhys stood before Harlee, reaching out to gently touch her face, his fingertips brushing her skin tenderly, his gaze intensifying with each touch.


    Harlee looked up into his eyes, her heart pounding.


    “Rhys, don’t worry about what anyone says. To me…”


    “I can’t remember anything.” Rhys cut her off, his voice rough.


    “I’m sorry. I’ve tried, but my memory hasn’t returned. I can’t be the Rhys you’re looking for.”


    At these words, Harlee felt as if the world hade to a standstill, enveloping her in a suffocating silence. She worked to control her feelings, managing a smile as she stood firm.


    “It’s okay. If you can’t remember, that’s alright. There’s no need to push yourself to do things you don’t enjoy.”


    “Can you let go of the Rhys who remembers it all?” he asked indifferently.


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    A flicker of sadness touched Harlee’s lips upon hearing this. She remained silent, yet her silence spoke volumes.


    “I understand.” Rhys chuckled dryly, a raspy sound.


    His fingers, slender and distinct, withdrew from her face, and beneath his deep, dark eyes tinged with red, therey a mix of regret and an indescribable sense of loss.


    “Harlee, I’m not the man you were hoping for. You don’t have to treat me so kindly.” He gazed into her eyes sincerely.


    “I want to walk my own path from here.”


    Harlee looked at him, her face a mask of confusion.


    “What do you mean?”


    “I want to be Rhys again, not Harlee’s boyfriend.” He nced downward as he spoke.


    Harlee inhaled sharply.


    “Are you nning to go back to the Greens and take over the Green Group?”


    “Yes.” He then raised his eyes to meet hers.


    “Harlee, what nickname did I use for you?”


    “Lee,” Harlee struggled to answer, her voice barely above a whisper.


    At her response, Rhys gave a scornfulugh.


    “See, I was never the person you were waiting for. So…”


    His eyes, calm yet filled with hesitation, paused significantly before he continued, “Let’s part ways. It’s for the best for both of us.”


    “Has my presence be a burden to you?” Harlee wasn’t sure what Jonathan had disclosed to Rhys, but she suspected Jonathan had told Rhys the full story.


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