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    Harlee gave a small, emotionless nod in response.


    “Still upset? I just wanted to make sure you weren’t draining yourself with work, so I thought a reminder might help,” Rhys exined as he encircled her waist, lifted her from the chair, and sat her down on hisp. “My love, I’m sorry. I won’t set up any more cameras.”


    “Now you apologize?” Harlee pushed away from his chest, stood, turned to face him with a yful grin, and said, “It’s toote.”


    “What?” Rhys’ smile vanished in an instant.


    Harleeughed. “Because tonight, you’ll be looking for a different ce to sleep.”


    This left Rhys visibly disheartened. Did this mean he was not wee in the bedroom? They had never spent a night apart since their marriage! Such a scenario waspletely mysterious to him!


    Before Rhys could offer any words of objection, Harlee interjected sharply, “This isn’t up for debate.”


    Completely overpowered by her authority, Rhys didn’t dare contradict her. She was now leveraging the threat of sleeping separately. He worried about the consequences if she discovered his secret arrangement with Noel for her treatment. Could this mean a permanent end to sharing nights together?


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    Ovee with anxiety, Rhys grasped Harlee’s wrist, his face pleading. “Darling, I acknowledge my mistake. Please forgive me just this once.”


    “Trying to charm your way out won’t work this time,” Harlee retorted as she pulled away from his grip, took a step back, waved dismissively, and smiled. “Have a good night, honey.”


    After her final words, Harlee exited the study, deliberately closing the door behind her without a backward nce.


    Left alone, Rhys remained seated,pletely taken aback by her departure. It seemed, predictably, that women tended to take their partners for granted once they felt secure in the rtionship. She had once adored his yful, puppy-like behavior, calling it irresistibly charming. Overwhelmed with frustration, Rhys pulled out his phone and dialed Patrick.


    “Mr. Green…” Patrick said, his voice betraying his recent sleep.


    Rhys’ irritation grew. He said coldly, “Get here and take down these damn cameras immediately!”


    “What?” Patrick gasped on the other end of the line. How did Rhys’ tone remind him of the day when Rhys wasmanding in his business empire? Had Rhys upset Harlee again?


    “I want them gone in thirty minutes, or it’s your head!” Rhys responded, not in the mood for an extended conversation.


    “Okay!” Upon hearing Rhys’mand, Patrick nearly jumped to his feet, quickly changing his clothes and sprinting the fifty meters as if on a track.


    Thirty minutester, Patrick found himself gasping for air on a lounge chair in the yard, feeling as though his spirit was on the verge of departing his body. Rhys truly was the most merciless man alive!


    Right after Patrick removed thest camera, Rhys dismissed him curtly, not even allowing him a moment to catch his breath or a sip of water. Patrick felt unjustly treated. Yet, it seemed no one was concerned with his plight.


    The following morning, beams of sunlight pierced through the tiny openings of the ckout curtains, casting long stripes across the floor. Harlee, stretching out on the king-sized bed, reached instinctively to the other side, only to find it empty.


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