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.

exclaimed with a grin that

was clear that Serena had moved on from her past, completely unburdened by whatever had

The Serena before her now was a far cry from

what you love

got all your favorite ingredients ready!” Serena

from the kitchen, each carrying a dish and sporting appropriately themed aprons. They had time to prepare this much because Harlee and Rhys had taken a detour. Each of them

times. Harlee’s gaze drifted over them, landing on the table,

took her hand, guiding her to the table. The others

and went to work, whipping up the sauce for Harlee. Once that was done, he placed

on Harlee. They had always assumed Rhys wouldn’t treat even his own daughter with

Harlee ate, calm and collected, Rhys

chatter, bouncing between gossip and nostalgic reminiscing, the atmosphere

few glasses. Taking a bite of meatball, she casually asked, “Harlee, are we heading back