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    Nic had never left the ind until her passing. Therefore, Harlee wanted to bring life to it after Nic’s death.


    Back then, Tonya had quickly prepared the antidote, but sadly, Nic’s health had already declined too far. She passed away before she could attend Harlee’s wedding.


    “Yes,” Rhys whispered, his chin resting on her forehead as he affectionately nuzzled her.


    Rhys wasmitted to supporting Harlee, no matter what she felt like doing during her pregnancy. She had every right to lead her own vibrant life.


    As the cruise ship approached the ind, Harlee felt an inexplicable thrill. Her thoughts were not only filled with memories of Nic’s decades on the ind but also with dreams of what the future might hold for her and her people.


    Rhys positioned himself in front of Harlee, subtly leaning forward to block the sea breeze for her. He smiled softly and asked, “Do you enjoy this ind?”


    Harlee pondered her feelings about the ind. Perhaps she did enjoy it, anticipating the visit because, over the past year, she had traveled to every destination Tonya had explored, except this one. She hoped to detect even a faint sign of Tonya’s presence here. A slight indication would suffice.


    Harlee turned slightly to feel the breeze, the warm sunlight filling her eyes, and a rxed smile formed on her lips. “Yes, I do like it. Aside from my eagerness to know about Nic, I want to trace Tonya’s steps, if she left any behind.”


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    After exploring the ind, she would establish a farmhouse restaurant where she and her people could lead a peaceful life from then on.


    “Alright, our baby and I will join you.” Rhys affectionately ruffled her hair and pulled her into his arms.


    They stood together, silently observing the horizon. Their quiet was more expressive than any spoken words.


    As Harlee leaned against his shoulder, she contemted her ns and the responsibilities she must manage on her own. Casting a worried nce at him, her eyes betrayed her inner conflict. She considered whether she should alert him to her thoughts. Typically decisive, she now hesitated, concerned that he mightmand the captain to turn the ship back.


    Nestling against her nose, Rhys asked, “What’s causing your hesitation? You’re free to tell me whatever you want and do as you please.”


    Harlee slightly bowed her head in thought. “Rhys, how about we make a deal?”


    “A deal?” His eyebrow lifted in curiosity, assuming she proposed a lighthearted pact between them.


    “Once wend on the ind, no matter my actions, promise not to be upset or intervene. Just support me in silence until I’vepleted my tasks, alright?” She looked at him, searching for his response.


    Rhys understood Harlee well. Her request implied she nned to undertake something he might not favor. “What is it that you n to do?” he asked, withholding immediate agreement.


    Harlee stepped back from his hold and leaned calmly against the railing. “The conditions on the ind might be tough, so I’m thinking ahead. I worry you might try to prevent me from doing certain things, or maybe even use the baby as leverage.”


    “Do you actually believe I would do that, or do you have ns already?” Rhys asked.


    “No, just nning ahead,” Harlee answered, her clear gaze making her sincerity undeniable.


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