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.

It’s

“Okay.”

obediently lifted the glass, nodding

a while, Rhys rose to

came up at the company. I’ll see

nodded mid-bite, lifting a hand in a

your story

the door, he turned back, unable to resist. He bent down, pressing a soft

foot against the gas pedal, the car lurching forward as if echoing his own exhaustion. The moment Rhys slipped into the

himself to voice it. Ten agonizing minutes passed, the

his mouth, Patrick swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. He was loyal—unyieldingly 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 obedience and

Barry’s bodyguard, that meant Rhys had been with another woman

finally choosing to align himself with Harlee, even at the risk

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