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

Chapter 1321:

Harlee gazed back at him, unflinching. He had seen through her once again. She couldn’t help but marvel at his sharpness. She smiled at him and pleaded, “Darling, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. Please, just forgive me this time, okay?”

Upon hearing her words, Rhys’ gaze chilled. “Do you really have to travel to Vloustin City?”

He understood that Harlee would not back down, whether it meant sweet-talking him or engaging in arguments.

“I obviously can’t make the trip with Patrick and the rest,” Harlee said as she leaned in, her slender finger gently lifting his chin. “I need to be with my husband to feel secure. It calms me—and our unborn child.”

Rhys caught the sincerity in her eyes, free of any deceit. He turned his head away and sneered, “Really? I was under the impression you had forgotten both me and our baby.”

Harlee cupped his face in her hands, her large, expressive eyes gazing at him innocently. “That’s absurd. You are the only man I love. How could I forget about you? Never question my love.”

For a moment, Rhys was speechless. Her words flowed from her red lips, soft and persuasive, almost dissolving his resolve. He silently swore to himself, utterly defenseless against her.

His eyes lingered on Harlee’s lips, spellbound. He turned away again, leaning back and gulping down his juice. Yet, even after finishing his drink, his throat still felt dry.

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Rhys wondered if she was some kind of enchantress, capable of bewitching him so effortlessly with a mere glance. If it weren’t for her pregnancy, he might have passionately engaged her in intimacy right then on the sofa.

Thinking about abstaining for ten months, his expression grew darker.

“Darling, what’s your decision?” Harlee asked softly, her delicate fingers tracing his parched lips. “Will you be there to protect me and our baby?” She was pulling out all the stops, using every tactic she could think of to earn Rhys’ forgiveness.

With a sharp movement, Rhys set his glass down on the table and abruptly pushed her away. He stood up and marched toward the door. Harlee stayed seated, her gaze following him quietly. Rhys took one step, then another, and a third…

But just as he was about to take a fourth step, he whirled around and strode back to Harlee. He lifted her from the sofa, drew her head close to his, and kissed her passionately.

The kiss was fierce, unbridled, and intense.

Then, he planted a forceful kiss on her forehead and said through clenched teeth, “Fine! You have me under your thumb.”

With those words, he departed, his expression stormy, not pausing to see her reaction.

This was the first time Rhys had shown such unrefined emotion in front of Harlee. Yet, it was just another expression of his love.

Harlee stood up, her lips tingling slightly from the kiss, and smiled. She thought Rhys was even more endearing when he was agitated.

After exiting the home theater, Rhys headed straight to the study. He pulled out his phone and began making arrangements for his trip to Vloustin City, including coordinating with his entourage.

Once that was settled, Rhys dialed Noel, insisting that he visit Vloustin City. In addition to managing the ongoing issues, Harlee’s condition required attention.

Although Harlee had been mentally stable over the past two weeks, Rhys couldn’t afford to relax without Noel’s professional assessment. He remained concerned that Harlee might harm herself again.

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