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

Chapter 1312

Chapter 1312:

As sleep slipped away, Harlee’s eyes widened with the sudden memory—she hadn’t let Rhys into the room last night. A faint smile appeared on her lips. She spent a few more moments in bed before leisurely rising to freshen up and change into her casual clothes.

Upon opening her bedroom door, she found Rhys waiting outside, his face showing a blend of sadness and hopefulness, his eyes almost imploring.

Harlee couldn’t suppress a chuckle. Looking at him with a relaxed expression, she asked, “Have you been standing outside my door all night?”

Rhys quickly shook his head, his voice filled with self-pity. “No, I tried to sleep on the living room couch. It was too short, so I curled up, and now my body hurts. I only had a light blanket. Harlee, I realize my mistake. Can I sleep in our bed tonight?”

His demeanor was that of a dejected puppy, softly nudging her from time to time, appearing exceedingly sweet and submissive.

Harlee’s annoyance vanished on the spot. Just as she was about to reply, she noticed Rhys fidgeting with something in his pocket.

to remain silent and, feeling hungry, walked over to the

live now

for a second before

warmer. Rhys placed it in front

being blocked out of the bedroom had impacted him as she watched him serve her

extracted a crumpled letter from his pocket. He gazed at it nervously and then began to read aloud with hesitation. “Apology letter, my dearest wife, hello. First, I want to

at him silently. An apology letter? The idea that Rhys had prepared an apology letter took

time, I was blind to the impact. I tried to control aspects of your life,

apology letter. He was only halfway through when a disturbance from the courtyard interrupted him, marked by Patrick’s urgent voice calling, “Harlee, Harlee…” Patrick burst in

apology letter tightly, his frustration was evident. Once again, Patrick, this oblivious fool, had

and slipped it into her pocket. “I’ll forgive

to the front door, where Patrick stood, panting