Mr. Edwards’ Unraveled Life Chapter 944

Chapter 944

“You’re talking about the dean, aren’t you?” Harlow asked, grinning like a cat who’d just stolen milk.

“He’s just a friend,” Rhea replied flatly.

“Please. Try lying with your face next time.” Harlow leaned in, half teasing, half serious. “What did he do?”

Rhea recounted last night—the nightmare, the sudden attack, the distant coldness that followed.

Harlow whistled. “Yikes. Sounds like he’s hiding something big.”

“He said he was fine. But he wasn’t. And when I left, he still caught me. Instinctively.”