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

Chapter 1252

Chapter 1252:

Harlee fumbled her way forward, the darkness obscuring everything except the vague outline of a man lying on the bed. She crept toward the head of the bed, bent low, and lightly tapped the man’s nose with her finger.

Her first instinct was to lie down beside him, but the coldness of her damp hair made her realize she hadn’t dried it yet. Her body shivered, the chill creeping into her bones.

Rubbing her palms together, Harlee prepared to stand and dry her hair elsewhere. But before she could move, she was suddenly lifted onto the bed. She melted into Rhys’ warm embrace, her once-chilled body quickly basking in the heat of his touch.

“Stop it. I haven’t dried my hair yet,” she murmured, squirming in his arms.

When he didn’t respond, she sighed and added, “Let me dry it first, or my head will start hurting again.”

At her words, Rhys gently lifted her from the bed and carried her to the sofa, kneeling before her. “Wait here. I’ll help you dry your hair.”

the drawer beneath the dressing table, and plugged it in. His large hands worked tenderly through

settled comfortably on the sofa, allowing his hands to glide through her hair.

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Before her hair had fully dried, he carefully worked in a touch of essential oil, his hands moving with practiced ease to avoid tugging at her strands. “How do you like my hair-drying skills, honey?” he asked, flashing a playful grin like a schoolboy asking

palms warm against his cheeks. Rising on her toes, she brushed a soft kiss across his lips. “They are absolutely perfect.” She couldn’t resist leaning into him, wrapping her arms around his neck, her voice teasing as

gently tapped her nose with a grin, his laughter warm and easy. “It’s time you change the way you address

for a moment and then softly

excitement through him. He inhaled deeply, his voice quivering with a touch of nervousness.

he was on the verge of soaring to the heavens. The sensation was

voice softened as she looked at him. With a tone filled with sincerity, she said again,

of happiness. His carefree laughter bubbled over, infecting Harlee with its warmth. She chuckled and playfully nudged him. “Stop giggling already. Starting tomorrow, we will begin preparing for the