NovelOnlineChapter 1434: "I was only going to ask what's been going on lately," Harlee said, giving him a pitiful look.
Rhys shot back, his voice cool and firm, “If there's anything you want to know, you can ask me.” Harlee's lips twisted into a small pout. Should she ask him? As if he'd tell her the full story. Anything remotely unfavorable would get conveniently left out.
Sighing, Harlee slid the pillow from behind her and lay flat against the mattress.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Forget it. Since I'm fresh out of a coma, I'll just sleep." "Then I'll sleep too," Rhys declared, slipping into bed beside her before she could protest.
Harlee discreetly rolled her eyes but gave in, shutting her lids to rest. Though she was itching to uncover what had unfolded during the past three days, a persistent headache made her surrender to the comfort of sleep.
Rhys, seeing her discomfort, pulled her into a gentle embrace and began humming softly-a melody so soothing that it worked like a spell. Before long, Harlee was out like a light.
Two hours later, Harlee stirred awake, feeling surprisingly refreshed. The weariness from her three-day unconscious state seemed to have vanished entirely. Her cheeks were flushed with color, making her look almost radiant.
At dinner, the sight of Harlee devouring two hefty bowls of macaroni and cheese left Rhys and the Sanderson clan utterly speechless. Harlee hadn't eaten like this since she got pregnant. What had sparked this sudden appetite? Could it be that the antidote had skind of strange side effects? Goodwin still needed to cover and have a look! As Lonnie mulled over the possibilities, Harlee licked her lips and tilted her head, her voice as sweet as honey. Discover stories now gal"That was amazing, Dad. Is there more?" The innocence in her expression made her look like a child asking for seconds of dessert.
Lonnie stumbled over his words.
"Y-yeah, I'll whip up smore for you." But Skyla placed a firm hand on his arm before he could rise.
"Harlee, don't you think you've had enough?" This was uncharted territory for Skyla. Back when Harlee was newly pregnant, Skyla had practically begged her to eat more for the baby's sake. Now, it seemed the pendulum had swung too far in the other direction. Harlee placed a hand on her belly, her tone still tinged with longing.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Okay, fine, just one more bowl of soup then." Skyla could only sigh in exasperation. Was Harlee genuinely this hungry, or was something strange at play? And why did Harlee have to look so pitiful about it? Lonnie, meanwhile, couldn't bear to see his daughter go unsatisfied. Without another word, he headed to the kitchen to prepare the soup. Skyla rubbed her temples.
"Harlee, are you sure it's safe to eat this much? Maybe we should call Goodwin to take a look." Understanding her mother's concern, Harlee nodded.
"Let Serena check instead. She should be back with the rest of you, right?"
Skyla shot a questioning glance at Rhys, silently asking hing to step in. Clearing his throat, Rhys offered a resigned explanation.
"Actually... Serena went back to Uwhor. She said she's researching skind of piff and won't be back for a few days." Harlee gave a nod of acknowledgment. She knew Serena's research pursuits but hadn't anticipated such a swift resolution.
With Serena's interlude, Skyla decided not to push for Goodwin to cover as Harlee hadn't shown over any other issues aside from eating a bit more than usual.
Visit our social media platform to read fascinating stories every day and connect with the community!
