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

Chapter 1598:

Rhys chuckled, the sound low and indulgent. He rubbed his chest, resigned yet oddly satisfied, before climbing back onto the bed. Leaning over, he pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead.

“Alright, alright. I’ll behave. Goodnight, Lee.”

Without opening her eyes, she simply hummed in response, already drifting into slumber.

By the time Harlee woke up the next morning, Rhys had already arranged a lavish breakfast spread, each dish meticulously prepared and displayed on the table.

Harlee, instantly alert at the sight, wasted no time in freshening up before making her way over.

“Smells divine.”

Over the years, Rhys’ culinary skills had only sharpened, while her taste had grown increasingly refined. Most food was merely sustenance. But meals prepared by Rhys or the Sanderson chefs? That was comfort.

Rhys, ever graceful, served her plate with practiced ease.

milk. It’s good for

“Okay.”

lifted the glass, nodding in

while, Rhys rose

up at the company. I’ll

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is your story

turned back, unable to resist. He bent

thoroughly exhausted. It wasn’t until Rhys finally emerged in his line of sight that Patrick summoned what little energy he had left. With a heavy exhale, he pressed his foot against the gas pedal, the car lurching forward as

his grip tightening ever so slightly on the steering wheel. The question burned at the edge of his tongue, restless and insistent, yet he couldn’t bring himself to voice it. Ten agonizing minutes passed, the weight

so. His devotion to Harlee and Rhys was carved in stone, an oath he’d die before breaking. And yet, survival instincts clawed at him, whispering that one wrong word could very well be his last. He had seen firsthand how thin the line was between trust and silence, between

bodyguard, that meant Rhys had been with another woman last night. What should

himself with Harlee, even at the

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