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.

Once he finished and headed to the bathroom to wash his hands, Harlee glanced up, propping her chin on her hand. With a slight smile, she teased, “Come clean, and I’ll be gentle. What exactly did you do last night?”

Rhys tensed slightly, noticing her back-rubbing gesture. He sat down beside her, giving her a playful yet affectionate smile.

“Last night wasn’t entirely my fault,” he said, his eyes locking with hers.

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“You were a bit tipsy, and even though you were clumsy, you insisted on leading the way…”

Harlee paused, her drink held mid-air. Flashbacks of the previous night flooded her mind, and her ears flushed with embarrassment.

A warm feeling spread through her, a mixture of fondness and guilt.

“I’m tired,” Harlee said suddenly, her voice softer 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 night that made her feel flustered.

The next day, Thiago, Patrick, 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. Was this the location?

Harlee shook her head gently, a small smile on her lips.

“No, we’re just going to visit Nyomi’s grave. It’s time we paid our respects together.”

The room fell silent as Robbie and the others exchanged looks. Their faces were unreadable, but the surprise in their eyes was clear. Nyomi had passed away?

Harlee hadn’t set up a channel to stay updated on Nyomi, so when the tragic news of Nyomi’s death broke, T&H Island’s information channels were unaware. As a result, Robbie and the others were caught off guard.

The loss hit everyone deeply, as memories of the meals Nyomi used to cook resurfaced.

Harlee’s expression softened as she lifted her eyelids, her gaze sharpening. Robbie and the others hadn’t said a word yet, but she could already sense what was coming.

Thiago broke the silence.

“Harlee, when did Nyomi pass away? Can we still go pay our respects?”

Robbie quickly added, “Harlee, I’ll change and be ready in no time.”noveldrama

Robbie had planned for a casual day out, hence his vibrant attire. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have needed to change clothes.

“Three months ago,” Harlee replied succinctly, sparing the details.

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