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.

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“Okay.”

obediently lifted the glass,

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

seat, looking 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 if

a few glances through the rearview mirror, 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 of unspoken words pressing down on him like a lead blanket. Finally, he exhaled

and Rhys was carved in stone, an oath he’d die before breaking. And yet, survival instincts clawed at him,

Rhys had been with another woman last night. What should

decision before finally choosing to align himself with Harlee,

female bodyguard upstairs is Harlee or not, I have compiled a detailed visual record of your interactions with her last night. It’s set to automatically send to Harlee’s email the moment