Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You're A Zillionaire's Heiress - Chapter 807

Chapter 807:

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Her legs were long and slender, and her damp hair draped across her chest.

Her face, freshly washed, radiated a captivating glow, reminiscent of a goddess depicted in a painting.

Rhys immediately shut the door, took a deep breath to compose himself, then slowly reopened it and approached Harlee.

He looked at her with deep longing.

A blush began at his earlobes, quickly spreading to his cheeks, and soon his entire body blushed as red as a ripe apple.

Harlee raised her eyes to meet his, her look smoldering, and subtly curled her lips. She casually reached for a white T-shirt in front of Rhys.

Before she could continue, Rhys trembled, stood frozen in place, and then two streams of blood trickled from his nose.

Harlee burst into laughter, playfully lifting Rhys’ chin.

“What? Did you think I was going to get changed right in front of you?”

Rhys nodded without thinking, but then stopped and shook his head as the full meaning hit him.

He stammered, “No. I… I didn’t mean that.” Then, he turned around stiffly.

“Do you want to watch?” Harlee’s voice was captivating and magnetic, carrying an almost irresistible quality that seemed to charm Rhys into nodding.

Rhys’ eyes went wide, and his face flushed with color once more.

However, his words remained direct and unflinching.

“I want to, but I’m afraid I might lose control.”

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Harlee grabbed his shoulders, spun him around, and stood on her tiptoes to press her vibrant red lips against his. She playfully caressed his lips, filled with allure. Then, she boldly parted his lips, eagerly tasting the sweetness within.

Rhys’ large hand immediately cradled Harlee’s head.

He took the lead by gently biting her lip, teasing and exploring…

The next moment, Harlee calmly pushed his face away, stepping back to lounge on the sofa. She comfortably curled up, leaning back, her right hand supporting her while her left hand delicately covered her chest. She watched Rhys, noticing his breathing had become heavier. She chuckled, “That’s the end of your reward.

Be good, and I might treat you again next time.”

Her words left Rhys thrilled. This woman truly knew how to stir his emotions.

A treat… That sounded appealing…

Rhys moved closer, gently pressing her into the sofa cushions.

His voice was raspy, heavy with suppressed emotion.

“What should I do, Lee? I can’t hold back any longer.”

Harlee playfully tugged at his tie, their lips almost touching. Rhys found himself swallowing nervously.

Harlee paused, a playful smile spreading across her face as she provocatively pushed out her chest.

“So, are you up for it?”

Rhys stood up abruptly and said, “I need to take a shower.” It wasn’t a matter of courage for him.

He simply didn’t want to go back on his word.

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