NovelFinishChapter 1184: "In our house, that's how guests are treated!" Rhys shot Jonathan a cold look and dragged Harlee away faster. Jonathan stared after them, bewildered.
He wondered how Rhys, who was raised with such noble and proper manners, could say something like that.
He found it...
It was hard to believe the boy in front of him was really the Rhys whose memories stopped at twelve years old, especially since Rhys had just been so openly hostile toward another man in the presence of a woman.
Jonathan had figured it out. Since Harlee was determined to be with Rhys, he would help bring them closer together. Naturally, he needed to understand Rhys' feelings for Harlee and where things stood with him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe three of them sat down at the sdining table to eat.
Robbie had gone out, so his portion ended up with Jonathan. Jonathan had arranged a variety of dishes, and his portion was distinctly his own.
Harlee absentmindedly opened Rhys' package, spread strawberry jam on a slice of toast, and handed it to him. Rhys took the toast with satisfaction, throwing a defiant look at Jonathan.
Jonathan opened the breakfast intended for Robbie while watching them. Instead of touching her own meal, Harlee was already serving food for Rhys.
Rhys accepted the food as if it were perfectly normal, even making tto taunt Jonathan.
Clearly, this wasn't a new routine just because Jonathan was there.
Jonathan felt a twinge of regret.
Read the latest updates at galHarlee had once been internationally respected, but now...
He paused, stood up, took Harlee's food container, opened it, and placed it in front of her. Rhys paused mid-bite, his expression darkening. Just as he was about to repeat his earlier tactic of snatching the takeout box, Jonathan spoke to Harlee.
"Anyone would think you're raising a child, prioritizing his needs." Rhys stiffened at his words.
"It makeshappy," Harlee responded lightly, smiling as she opened a bottle of milk for Rhys and set it before him.
"Fine.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs long as it makes you happy..." Jonathan laughed in exasperation and reached for the shrimp.
"Then these three shrimp are mine!" "You don't even like shrimp.
Did you forget how I forced you to eat one?" Harlee teased, remembering the incident.
During a mission where Harlee had collaborated with Interpol, Jonathan had confessed his dislike for shrimp.
At that time, Harlee and Jonathan had clashed over a case, neitherm willing to back down, and even Tonya couldn't mediate.
Jonathan had tried to force Harlee into compromising, but in the end, it was he who was forced to eat the shrimp as a way of submission. "You're still bringing that up! That shrimp nearly madelose my dinner the night before.
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