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

Chapter 1623:

Harlee squinted, nestling into a cozy spot within Rhys’ embrace. With a smirk curling her lips, she declared in a cool, crisp tone, “I can manage. Just continue to be my charming partner.”

Rhys cocked his head, his demeanor initially tense. But soon, the frostiness melted away. Gazing down at Harlee, his expression softened, his eyes as warm and clear as a tranquil lake, filled with deep, earnest affection.

“Okay, I’ll happily remain your charming partner.”

Harlee hummed softly in acknowledgment. Then, her curiosity piqued, she casually inquired, “What exactly did you do to Robbie and the others?”

“Nothing at all.”

Rhys’ face took on a subtly hurt expression, his voice tinged with a hint of grievance.

“Do you not trust me?”

Harlee wasn’t inclined to delve deeper. Given the earlier atmosphere and the fact that Robbie and the others weren’t quaking in their boots, pressing the issue seemed unnecessary. Yet, she reconsidered. It could strain their bond. Thus, Harlee propped herself up, cradled Rhys’ face with her delicate hands, and leaned in to plant a soft kiss on his lips.

“I missed you.”

Her voice draped around him like velvety honey, rich and seductive.noveldrama

Rhys tensed briefly and then swiftly drew Harlee onto his lap, a playful smile spreading across his face.

“Lee, are you trying to seduce me?”

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With a slow nod, Harlee wrapped her arms around Rhys’ neck and nestled closer, her chin brushing against his nose.

This intimate gesture stoked a certain fire within Rhys. His eyes darkened, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.

“Aren’t you supposed to be handling the Happer family’s business?”

Locking eyes with him, Harlee gradually let go, standing up with a twinkle of mischief in her gaze.

“You remind me. I really should attend to my schedule.”

Rhys watched as she slipped from his grasp, his expression a mix of amusement and resignation.

“Lee, I was mistaken…”

Though unsure of his fault, Rhys knew that whenever Harlee teased him and then made to leave, it signaled some misstep on his part. With a resigned smile, he reached for her hand, his eyes twinkling.

“I was merely deep in thought. Robbie and the others assumed I was irate. The quieter I got, the more unnerved they became. Lee, perhaps we should consider some rigorous training for them? They’re far too jittery.”

As Harlee remained silent, Rhys cleared up any potential concerns. Acknowledging his suggestion, Harlee resettled on the sofa, keeping a casual distance. She flicked on the TV and responded nonchalantly, “Yes, that sounds like a solid plan.”

Rhys withdrew his gaze, checking his phone before a broad smile formed.

“Alright, I’ll set up the intensive training.”

At dinner time, Robbie perched at the edge of the table, eyeing the spread before him with a look of forlorn longing. His diet had been severely restricted lately, making the array of dishes before him nearly torturous.

Harlee looked over and took a bite of her meal. Robbie quickly reassured her, “I won’t consume anything I shouldn’t.”

Once, yielding to temptation had landed Robbie in the hospital for six months. Ever since, just a hint of yearning for forbidden foods under Harlee’s watchful eye had been met with her stern gaze, sending shivers down his spine and curbing his appetite for days.

Harlee smirked to herself, returning to her meal contentedly.

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