GoodNovelChapter 1155: "You stay and provide an answer for that." Rhys twirled his phone in one hand and pointed at Hamilton with the other, his look less harsh than before.
However, Hamilton remained uneasy about diving into such topics, his movements slow and hesitant.
"Actually, there's work at the office that requires my attention. I should get back. You can discuss the medical questions with Dr. Wilson." Internally, Hamilton chided himself for his nosiness, as it could lead to trouble someday.
Rhys remained silent, yet his intent was obvious.
He didn't want Hamilton to leave.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHamilton's complexion whitened.
He recognized that expression from Rhys. It typically preceded something grave.
He marveled at how Rhys, even with memories up to twelve years old, could display such a ruthless demeanor. Rhys had forgotten Hamilton's loyalty, yet still seemed intent on asserting his authority.
Hamilton quickly stood straight.
"Actually, there's nothing particularly urgent. I can stay and catch up on work later." Observing this, Goodwin stiffened even more. Seeing Hamilton's serious attitude, he dared not indulge any personal curiosity, fearful of risking his own position.
Rhys looked at them both.
"You still haven't answered my question." Goodwin inhaled deeply, assuming a professional tone.
At€şt ¢нåρtεś ¡n gAluovεlš"Before I respond, may I inquire if you cacross this topic in a book?" It was said that young Rhys was well- read, and he had probably studied human anatomy in great detail.
"Yes," Rhys replied.
He understood a man's morning physiological responses were normal, but the previous night, with Harlee sleeping next to him, he had experienced something unexpected.
As the events of last night crossed his mind, his cheeks flushed deeply.
Goodwin was baffled and wondered what had affected Rhys. Perhaps Rhys had thought of something inappropriate involving Harlee—perhaps...
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHamilton took a seat quietly. While he might not have much to add, two heads were better than one. Goodwin curbed his curiosity, maintaining a professional demeanor.
"Are you indicating you had an erection to Sanderson?"
"Who else would it be?" Rhys gave a dismissive snort, his look, añé dř m evident certainty. Harlee was the only woman close to him. Tonya was merely a friend.
At this, Hamilton was stunned, assuming Harlee had done something to Rhys to turn him on.
But had this really happened? Rhys was stuck with the mindset of a twelve-year-old.
Harlee couldn't have made her advance on the current Rhys, could she? At this though Hamilton resolved to have a serious discussion with Harlee, even if it meant receiving a stern reprimand from her.
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