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

Chapter 1320

Chapter 1320:

Rhys had been about to speak up, but Harlee had exited the room just as he opened his mouth, leaving him behind. This oversight ignited his anger. He was on the verge of erupting in rage.

Meanwhile, Harlee was in the kitchen preparing two glasses of juice, which she then took upstairs.

Upon her entrance into the theater, Rhys promptly donned his headphones, pretending to be engrossed in a film.

His attire still included the white shirt he had worn all day. His frustration had caused him to leave his cufflinks undone and several chest buttons open, subtly revealing his muscular chest under the dim lighting. Despite his furrowed brow and the intense, almost dangerous aura he exuded, there was an undeniable charm to his rugged appearance.

Harlee paused at the doorway, observing him a moment longer.

“Finished watching?” Rhys asked coldly, not even looking up. “Do you want me to take off my clothes and serve you the right way?” His tone lacked the usual playful flirtation, clearly showing his anger.

Harlee understood that his upset stemmed from the afternoon’s events. However, she felt compelled to act as she did. Without employing such tactics, Rhys would have opposed her travel to Vloustin City and might have even enlisted their parents to prevent her departure.

now on

Its purpose had been to secure his consent for her trip to Vloustin City. Harlee had already devised a

from overthinking. The truth was, Harlee had hardly given Tania any attention over

juice and crouched beside Rhys, settling into a comfortable position. She extended

his expression stern, and accepted the juice. After a reluctant sip, he fixed his gaze on her. “Is there anything

dusk, Rhys had adopted a sarcastic tone. Harlee had indulged him, aware of her recent

if you continue with the sarcasm, I’m walking out!” Harlee sipped her

the sofa, his feet propped up on the table, exuding a relaxed yet somewhat

his hand to

her briefly before quickly withdrawing his hand, asking

why don’t you give me a slap to vent your frustration?” Harlee suggested, maintaining a smile. She was serious. She had no idea how to

sputtered on his drink, nearly spitting it out as he looked up sharply and glared at her. “You might as well beat me to death!”

Harlee, this is too much. How could you orchestrate this entire act just to get my

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