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

Chapter 1742:

Rhys’s expression grew tender, mixed with a touch of resignation. Harlee had lately become hooked on this racing variety show, watching it eagerly each time and occasionally forgetting about his presence.

Recalling Harlee’s fervor from the night before, a lump formed in Rhys’s throat. He approached the sofa.

Harlee half-closed her eyes as she watched Rhys slowly approach her. Her hand instinctively rested on her lower back, and a dangerous smile curved on her lips.

That look stopped Rhys in his tracks for a moment. He then approached, bent down, and gently removed the towel from her head. His voice was low and enticing as he said, “Let me dry your hair for you, dear.”

Harlee’s playful grin faded into a softer expression as she nodded, her attention fixed on the TV.

“Make sure it’s completely dry,” she said casually, still not looking away from the screen.

“Okay,” Rhys replied, offering a smile before getting up and moving behind her. He picked up the discarded hair dryer, adjusting the heat setting to a moderate level. Gently, he began lifting Harlee’s hair, drying each strand as if it were a precious object.

finished and headed to the bathroom to wash his hands, Harlee glanced up, propping her chin on her hand. With a

tensed slightly, noticing her back-rubbing gesture. He sat down beside her, giving

my fault,” he

into a new world

bit tipsy, and even though you were

her drink held mid-air. Flashbacks of the previous night flooded her

feeling spread through her, a

now. She moved toward the bed, the memories of last night’s vigorous activities making her cheeks redden. It wasn’t just her shyness, but the intensity of the previous

Jianna, and Robbie sat on the sofa, their expressions a mixture of surprise and confusion. Wait, was Harlee really taking them to a small mountain village near Winbrough? What was going on? Robbie, ever curious, couldn’t hold back and asked, “Harlee, you’re not planning to have us start farming in the countryside, are you?” Recently, Harlee had mentioned opening a farmhouse restaurant in the south.

head gently, a small smile on her

visit Nyomi’s grave.

others exchanged looks. Their faces were unreadable, but the surprise in their eyes was clear. Nyomi had passed

updated on Nyomi, so when the tragic news of Nyomi’s death broke, T&H

as memories of the meals Nyomi used

as she lifted her eyelids, her gaze sharpening. Robbie and the others hadn’t said a