PopularNovelChapter 1352: Harlee couldn't suppress a giggle at his bewildered look. She reached up, pulled him closer by the neck, and playfully instructed, "You admit you're wrong? Then lie down and behave." "Lie down? Really?" Rhys asked, his face a mix of surprise and confusion.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Wasn't it you who taughtthat wrongdoings should be punished?" Harlee casually tapped the bed next to her, arching an eyebrow as a silent invitation for Rhys to lie down on his stomach.
Harlee knew well that if their unborn child hadn't shown such a strong will to survive, she and Rhys might have ended up being crushed in that grand grinder. Even if given a choice, her resolve to return and save Rhys was unwavering. She had already experienced the agony of losing him once and couldn't bear the thought of going through that again in her lifetime. As for her newfound toughness... it was because Rhys tended to relent only when she showed even greater grit.
"So, your idea of punishment is a spanking?” Rhys asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.
"Is that a problem?" With her arms crossed and a hint of grievance in her eyes, Harlee looked as if she had been wronged. "Or are you suggesting you felt you've done nothing wrong and preferred I hadn't tried hard to save you? Do you find the notion ofsinking into a whirlwind of self-bland depression appealing after your absence? Do you wantto live as nothing short of a walking dead person?" At this, Rhys found himself speechless. Harlee had a knack for bending logic to her will. What could he possibly say in response? He promptly positioned himself on the bed as she had indicated, looking up at her with mock resignation, and raised his hands in surrender. "Honey, I admit my fault..." Lutest chapters in gl.om "Now you're talking!" Harlee naturally wouldn't really hit him. Her hands were injured and not fit for such actions. Besides, she recognized her own fault in this incident. If not for a stroke of divine luck and their baby's resilience, their future might have been jeopardized.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSuddenly, Rhys rose from the bed, fetched a wooden spoon from within the RV, and offered it to Harlee. "Your hands are injured. Use this so your hands won't hurt." Without hesitation, Harlee took the spoon and smacked him.
Rhys barely bit back a cry of pain. He looked up at Harlee in disbelief. She had hit him hard. He had thought her mention of punishment was just pregnancy hormones messing with her mind, prompting him to play along. But now, it seemed she didn't see herself at fault in any way. This was unacceptable. Her reckless actions and neglect of her own wellbeing needed to be addressed. Should this happen again in the future, the consequences could be dire if luck wasn't on their side.
With this thought, Rhys flipped over and sat up, fixing Harlee with a stern look. "Lee, we need to talk seriously." Harlee recognized the gravity in his expression, realizing that assertiveness wouldn't work this time. She set down the wooden spoon and met his gaze squarely, determined not to yield in spirit. Taking the lead in the conversation, Harlee said, "Rhys, I acted without consulting you because I was trying to save you." Rhys leaned in close, his face inches from hers, his tone intense. “Harlee, listen to me. If a situation like today ever happens again, I don't want you to save me, especially not at the risk of your own life!” "Then..." Before she could finish, Rhys interjected, his words sharp as he emphasized, "No matter what happens toin the future, I don't need you to save me!"
"So you're saying..." Harlee still couldn't finish as Rhys gently yet firmly pinched her chin, ensuring she NO looked directly into his eyes. "I'm not going to die. Even if the whole world perishes, I will outlive you."
"You're not immortal. How can you decide when you will die?" Harleen hurried her words, fearing another En interruption.
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