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

Chapter 1640:

Rhys struggled to contain a chuckle, leaning in to whisper, “Don’t worry, honey. I’ll exercise enough restraint to make sure you don’t wake up overwhelmed by soreness tomorrow.”

The next moment, Rhys felt a sharp pain in his stomach. Looking down, he saw Harlee’s fist planted firmly against him. Clutching her fist, he let out an affectionate, resigned smile. It was fine. He’d coax her tonight.

Seated in the last row of Uwhor University’s auditorium, Harlee placed a library book on the table, propped her face on one hand, and focused intently on a game on her phone.

Observers around the room stole glances at her, their curiosity barely concealed.

It was inevitable. Harlee’s stunning beauty made her an unmistakable presence, the most captivating sight in the entire auditorium, drawing everyone’s attention.

Growing bored, Harlee flipped through the library book, her expression stoic, radiating an aura that kept strangers at bay.

Even though students from Uwhor University were intrigued, none dared approach her.

Suddenly, a figure cut through the crowd and took the seat next to Harlee, setting down notebooks and materials before turning to her and asking, “Is it okay if I sit here?”

The person who sat down was none other than Elva Patterson, the senior Fleming had mentioned. Dressed in a black strapless leather dress and high-heeled boots, her simple yet meticulous makeup added to her carefree, yet aloof demeanor.

in the auditorium shifted. Whispers filled

com is

and alleging that she used relationships to gain access

next to Elva, received judgmental looks from some onlookers, as

meeting Elva’s, a flicker of curiosity in her

“Sure,” she responded calmly.

time searching for Elva, Fleming’s crush, yet here Elva was, taking the initiative to approach

warmth. She gestured to

you sure you’re okay with them looking

and said, “Yes, I

the harsh words thrown her way, Elva maintained her composure and

in her demeanor thawing as she

Elva Patterson. What’s yours?” Her tone was candid,

If anyone bothers

quite the talker once she warmed

of words, her head tilted slightly, her hand tapping rhythmically. She introduced herself with