บททั้งหมดของ Three Years of Lies: The Fake Wife’s Mega Comeback : บทที่ 171 - บทที่ 180

Kieran would have thought that taking a bath was the least manly thing to do. However, as Haley observed Rhett concentrating on it at this moment, a compelling strength emanated from him that touched her heart. He changed the water's temperature, then left the bathroom and gently shut the door. He picked up the book from the nightstand, took a seat next to the lamp, and quietly read the pages. After taking a bath, Haley wrapped herself in Rhett’s customary white towel and came out. It wasn't until his eyes lifted that he realized she didn't have any clean clothes to change into. With a hint of shame, Haley scratched her somewhat wet hair and said, "I just realized I didn't bring any clothes with me." Rhett hesitated, then nodded. "Wait here." He put down the book, went to the walk-in closet, and came back with a black silk shirt that was smooth to the touch, perfectly draped, which she knew was his favorite. "Wear mine," he murmured, extending it to her. "It's wet," he said,

Henry’s tone was icy and menacing as he said, "Haley Kane, do you have a minute?" Haley raised her head and calmly met his gaze. "What's wrong?" "Whether you recognize me or not, I'm your legitimate uncle—and that's non-negotiable!" With an attitude of entitlement, Henry stood before her. "I have to visit my dad and bring him back to vest city! You have no right to prevent me from visiting him because you are only his grandchild.” Henry said again. "I'm not stopping you from seeing Grandpa," Haley said, curling her fingers at her sides. “It's inconvenient for him to see anyone while he's in rehabilitation. Is his health not important than anything else?” "Haley, you should know better than anyone that you don't have the ability to take control of everything," Henry said, placing both hands on the edge of her desk. “Senior management and shareholders won't follow you, even if you take the top job,” "But I'm not like that. I was trained at Kane Group and have years of expertise. I

It all relied on the person and how much she loved them, she realized now that it was her turn. She was the ideal fit for Rhett. They were stopped by a loud bang on the door and Eleanor’s lovely voice, "Rhett, may I come in? I need to discuss something really important with you.” "It's Eleanor," Rhett said, pulling Haley back down after she leaped from his lap. “Would you rather that I let her in?” Haley hurriedly said and got to her feet, "It's okay, let her in. I... I'll hide in the back first.” She gestured to the tiny door in the office's rear. Rhett scowled. "You don't have to wrong yourself." "It's not an issue. The fewer issues, the better.” Haley ran to the door, pushed it open, and entered. It was his restroom, furnished as tastefully as a five-star hotel, with a subtle, refreshing cedar aroma that was only his. Then Rhett stood up and went to open the door. Smiling broadly, Eleanor waited at the door with a pile of paperwork. "Rhett, am I interrupting your work?" s

"It's me, Kieran." "Ms. D’Souza? What's wrong?" Kieran’s voice, laden with misery, came over the phone in a worn-out, despondent tone. "Kieran, you're truly useless, aren't you?" Eleanor spoke in a chilly tone with a hint of slyness. "Haley and Rhett are inseparable now, and you still haven't lifted a finger?" "I've tried every trick in the book, but Haley seems dead set on cutting ties with me forever," replied Kieran, sitting in his office with furrowed brows, his spirit broken by setbacks to both his business and love life. “I truly don't know what else to do." "Winning back a woman who once loved you with every fiber of her being should be effortless—if you're truly serious about it." Eleanor let out a low, sarcastic laugh. Kieran noticed the suggestion in her remarks and felt a glimmer of hope. "Ms. D’Souza, do you have a plan?" "Kieran, think carefully,” Eleanor asked in a calm, collected tone, "How did you win her over in the first place?" Kieran hesitated as memories

When had Haley ever appeared to him in such a carefree, joyful, and uninhibited manner? She had always been quiet, polite, rational, and well-behaved around him—never aggressive, never going too far, and always prioritizing his needs. The face in front of him was carved in his memory as being both familiar and adored, yet the coquetry and reliance, as well as the expression, were foreign and gave him a chill. No, it's not possible. How could this be Haley? How could his Haley behave like a pampered child, clinging to the arms of another man and gazing at him with such reverence? He was struck by shock like a sledgehammer, and his rationality was threatened by overpowering doubt. Kieran suddenly felt an intense, burning desire to storm out, face them, and win her back. With his eyes fixed on Haley’s face, Rhett carried her a short distance to the door. He was going to shove it open when a familiar, low voice, full of pain and incredulity, came from behind. "Are you... really