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

Chapter 1472:

“Sure. Let’s do barbecue. Oh, and ice cream too!” Harlee’s voice perked up at the mere mention of food, her sleepiness vanishing like mist under the sun.

With a playful glint in her eyes, she continued, “I’m craving something spicy, and make the ice cream chocolate.”

Rhys’ eyes softened with affection, a smile tugging at his lips. It was the kind of smile that said it all, as if he couldn’t have been happier than in that moment.

“Alright,” he replied with a tender nod.

Patrick, glancing at them through the rearview mirror, couldn’t help but let out an inward sigh. He used to think Rhys hated being kept in the dark above all else. But now, as the matter concerned Harlee, Rhys merely posed a question about it before brushing it off. Rhys’ devotion to Harlee was unwavering, willing to compromise his prior principles for her at any time. Patrick did not doubt that even if Harlee tricked Rhys, he would simply smile and once again confess to her.

Back at the hotel, the rich aroma of barbecue greeted them as soon as the door opened.

Serena, balancing a tray of freshly made meatballs, spotted them immediately. She placed the tray down with a swift motion and dashed toward Harlee like a child eager to show her something.

with a grin that could light

that Serena had moved on from

replied, her voice calm, carrying a quiet relief. The Serena before her

what you love

your favorite ingredients ready!” Serena beamed, vibrating

kitchen, each carrying a dish and sporting appropriately themed aprons. They had time to prepare this much because Harlee

Green, Harlee,” Cillian, Robbie, and Thiago spoke in perfect harmony, as though they had rehearsed the words a thousand times. Harlee’s gaze drifted over them, landing on the table, and a smile tugged at

hand, guiding her to the table.

rolled up his sleeves and went to work, whipping up the sauce for Harlee. Once that was done, he placed the ice cream

in stunned silence, their tongues clicking in disbelief. Good grief, Rhys was absolutely doting on Harlee. They had always assumed Rhys wouldn’t treat even his own daughter with such tenderness. He reserved this

ate, calm and collected, Rhys lovingly served her

bouncing between gossip

a light drinker, had managed to down a few glasses. Taking a bite of meatball, she casually