Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You’re A Zillionaire Heiress

Chapter 1243

Chapter 1243:

Harlee’s eyes flickered at his words.

“Believe me,” Rhys said, his tone both deep and comforting. “When they’re ready, they will visit you in your dreams. Even if they can’t be by your side anymore, they will still check in on you from heaven. They can’t bear to leave you, just as you can’t bear to let them go.”

Moved by his reassurance, Harlee’s hand, which had been poised to harm herself, halted mid-air.

Rhys smiled softly and gently pinched her cheek. “So, you need to live a wonderful life. If you don’t, they’ll worry. They want to see you happy, always smiling. Isn’t that right?”

Harlee grew quiet, absorbing his words. She decided then not to cause any distress to them, even in the afterlife. She vowed to look after herself, to carry their happiness and joy as her own.

Harlee looked up and gazed at him. “Rhys, let’s go to the city hall to get married tomorrow. Let’s make it official.”

Rhys’ eyes widened, his pupils dilating as he stuttered, “W-what did you just say?” This unexpected shift in the conversation took him by surprise. Locking her eyes with his, Harlee said earnestly, “I’m serious. I don’t want any more regrets. Three years ago, we delayed our engagement party to set a trap, and that led to our separation. I can’t risk losing you again.”

along his jaw. “Rhys, let’s get

skipped, and his breath caught as he tried to grasp her

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exquisite than anything else. He deepened the

to such

have been too forceful and accidentally agitated her injuries. Concerned, he stopped kissing her abruptly, his eyes scanning her for any sign of

expression, a genuine and heartfelt one. It

back, reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, and pulled him into another

deep, engulfing kiss. A surge of exhilaration swept through Harlee, sending tingles down her

became entirely absorbed in each other, their bodies weakening under the force of their

was the first to draw back, his face breaking into a mischievous grin as he playfully pinched her nose. “What do

“Don’t the clerks need

million to stay

for words. Right, she almost forgot. Rhys often liked