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

Chapter 1380

Chapter 1380:

Coulson was sitting there, the intense beam of the nightlight beside him. His loose T-shirt fluttered in the wind, making him appear distant and unnervingly thin.

Harlee was puzzled. How had the once-favored youngest member of the Aguilar family become so gaunt? He couldn’t have fallen into the same misfortune as Paulina. If anything had happened to the Aguilar family, it would have rippled through Baythorn’s high society by now. Harlee’s brow furrowed as her mind raced, and she approached him slowly.

The sound of her footsteps seemed to snap Coulson out of his thoughts. He whipped around, his handsome face breaking into a forced, practiced smile.

“It’s been a while, Harlee.”

Harlee approached Coulson without any visible emotion, each step measured and deliberate. She glanced down and saw Coulson clutching a necklace, gently polishing it as if it held immense value.

An inscrutable look crossed Harlee’s face. This necklace was one she had purchased for all her students at Baythorn before she left. They were designed as locks, and uniquely, hers was shaped like a key.

Back then, following Rhys’ accident, besides Harlee’s family and members of the Shadow Moon Society, her students from Baythorn were among the first to visit her in the hospital. Touched by the concern and care shown by all three hundred students, Harlee, despite announcing she could no longer lecture them, decided to gift them something meaningful. That gift was the lock-and-key necklaces, which she had designed while recuperating in her hospital bed.

about your pregnancy. Let’s sit and talk for a while,” Coulson

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word, Harlee sat at the opposite end of the bench, maintaining a distance that could fit two people

where the stars shone particularly bright tonight. Laurence enjoyed the peace of the suburbs, which was why he had chosen this location for the

a while. Let

Coulson also looked up at the

he went. He never imagined he would one

gaze silently at the sky, giving no indication of whether she was listening, though Coulson felt certain she heard

Coulson went on.

was a once-in-a-generation genius. When he got into the National Aerospace Agency on his

to narrate it in the third person, perhaps to distance himself from his own

looking down and tenderly

quietly, solving design issues and helping him establish himself at the National Aerospace Agency. He grew ever

changed upon hearing this. She shifted her gaze from the stars, her head tilting slightly, her