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

Chapter 1439:

Rhys approached and sat on the edge of the bed, his hand gently sweeping the stray hairs from her forehead.

“Didn’t sleep well? Do you need more rest?” he inquired.

Harlee’s response to his voice was slow, her gaze lifting to meet his with a vacant expression.

“What’s wrong?” Rhys asked, his voice laced with concern.

Harlee shook her head, choosing not to disclose the turmoil wrought by her dream.

“Nothing. I’m just feeling a bit groggy.”

Her resolve was set—she would unravel the mystery of Nola on her own, even if it meant facing the secrets buried deep within her past.

Rhys, well attuned to Harlee’s moods after years together, noticed her distress but chose to soothe her with a gentle stroke on her back, steering clear of probing questions.

Harlee’s demeanor had transformed markedly since her retreat to the Sanderson family abode for some respite. Her emotions, once stable, now fluctuated wildly. Yet, Rhys cherished her, even in her temperamental storms.

Before Rhys could delve deeper into his thoughts, Harlee’s restless hands began their exploration, slipping beneath his clothes.

Rhys’ voice grew husky.noveldrama

“Lee…”

She was pushing the boundaries of his restraint yet again.

Their intimacy had been on pause since her pregnancy, and Rhys, in his protective fervor, had all but forbidden any exertions on her part—a Herculean test of his resolve.

Harlee, aware yet impish, intensified her touch, her voice playful.

“Let me just explore the muscle landscape elsewhere.”

As her fingers danced beneath his shirt, Rhys swallowed hard and clutched her hands, his voice now a raw whisper.

“Lee, I’m on the brink!”

With feigned innocence, Harlee blinked up at him.

“On the brink of what? Hmm?”

She wriggled her hands free, further taunting him.

Realizing the need to cool his rising desire, Rhys captured her hands and swathed her in a blanket, her movements thwarted.

In truth, Harlee was merely jesting after a disturbing dream… But such jests were dangerous games to play with a man’s tolerance.

Utilizing her ultimate maneuver, Harlee blinked her doe-eyes while squirming.

“Honey, I’m famished.”

Rhys nearly lost all control. Taking a deep breath, he turned and headed straight for the bathroom.

Harlee was puzzled. Rhys had clearly gotten the wrong idea. She was genuinely just hungry and hadn’t meant anything more.

As the sound of water filled the bathroom, Harlee sighed, the hormonal tidal waves of pregnancy rendering her less recognizable to herself, even her voice.

Taking on a delicate tone, Harlee vowed to herself that once their child was born, there would be serious conversations about behaving.

“OUCH!” A sharp kick from the baby interrupted her thoughts. Grinning indulgently, Harlee mused aloud, “Baby, can you read my thoughts now?”

Feeling another movement, her heart fluttered with joy. Now eight months pregnant, it was her first genuine interaction with her unborn child, a moment of pure wonder.

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