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

Chapter 1407

Chapter 1407:

Rhys didn’t dare call out to Harlee recklessly. He wasn’t sure if she was even there, and if she was, who knew how heavily guarded the place was? So, he proceeded cautiously, checking room by room.

Luckily, it seemed that Lucius had deliberately crafted a traditional setting. Not only were there no guards, but there was also no sign of anyone living in any of the rooms.

Harlee, who had been napping on the bed, heard the faintest sound from outside and instantly snapped awake. Her eyes shot open, her grip tightening on the blanket as her posture stiffened.

The sound grew louder, approaching her, and she instinctively grabbed a pillow, preparing to strike. But before she could make a move, a strikingly handsome face appeared through a crack in the ceiling. Was that Rhys?

Harlee blinked, wondering if her mind was playing tricks on her. She leaned in for a better look, but by the time she focused, the gap in the ceiling was empty. A pang of disappointment washed over her. She smiled softly to herself, letting out a quiet sigh. Maybe it was just her pregnancy hormones. Maybe she was simply craving him, hallucinating his presence.

But then, to her surprise, the voice she had longed for whispered through the air, “Lee.”

Harlee believed that she had misheard. With a start, she looked back and noticed the wooden window by the door was gone. Through the opening came the man she had been missing, climbing in with grace. Slightly pale, Harlee sat on the bed and watched Rhys’ movements while blinking. This wasn’t a hallucination, right?

Rhys walked toward her with purpose, his

I’m sorry I’m

evident in his eyes, his

With a playful smirk, she said, “No, you’re just in time. I haven’t even finished my nap yet!” She didn’t want him to carry the weight of guilt on his

as if to ground herself, she asked, “Am I at Lucius’

gut feeling she was still in Baythorn. If she wasn’t at Lucius’ house, she couldn’t be

his basement,” Rhys

like

the warmth of

him,

find me? Where’s Lucius? Are there no guards

bed, his hand still resting protectively on Harlee’s waist. His brow furrowed

had Patrick search everywhere.

I thought Lucius might be the mastermind behind all this?” Harlee leaned against his shoulder, her voice weaker