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.

feeling hungry, walked over to the dining table and

content live now

second before quickly following

bowl of hot macaroni and cheese was waiting on a food warmer. Rhys placed it in

much being blocked out of the bedroom had impacted

the food down, Rhys, still tense, extracted a crumpled letter from his pocket. He gazed at it nervously and then began to read aloud with hesitation. “Apology letter,

idea that Rhys had prepared an apology letter took her by surprise, momentarily making her

how my irrational actions have overshadowed our relationship. At the time, I was blind to the impact. I tried to control aspects of your life, which only served to

read each word of the apology letter. He was only halfway through when a disturbance from the

Once again, Patrick, this oblivious fool, had disrupted his moment! Maybe shipping Patrick off to a far-off place like Claelia to handle business was

on Patrick, Harlee stood up, took the letter from Rhys, and slipped it into

where Patrick stood, panting and visibly stressed, carrying