Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You're A Zillionaire's Heiress - Chapter 808

Chapter 808:

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He had promised to wait until marriage…
He tenderly kissed her forehead and said, “I won’t break my promise.”
Harlee was taken aback. She hadn’t expected him to hold back just to keep his promise to her.
Her lips curved into a joyful smile, and she suggested, “We can do it once we’re engaged. That wouldn’t be breaking your promise.”

The thought reignited Rhys’ passion. Worried he might give in to his impulses, he decided it was best to leave.

As the door shut behind him, Harlee couldn’t help but laugh. She thought her man was simply too endearing!

Half an hour later, Rhys returned with the snack he had prepared.
Harlee put aside her phone, looking intrigued.

“It smells wonderful. What’s the snack tonight?”
Rhys answered, “Your favorite noodles.

And I’ve ordered coffee. It should be here in ten minutes.”

Harlee’s eyes sparkled with anticipation.

He always seemed to know exactly what she was in the mood for.
She took the bowl and savored a bite.

“It’s delicious. You should have some too.”
She scooped up some noodles and held them up to Rhys’ mouth, her eyebrows raised encouragingly.

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Rhys typically didn’t eat before bed, but he found it hard to resist when Harlee was the one offering.
Watching him eat, Harlee asked, “How is it? Fun to have a late-night snack, right?”
Rhys responded, “It’s even better when you’re the one feeding me.”

Harlee’s lips curled affectionately.

“Alright, I’ll feed you.”

Eventually, they finished the large bowl of noodles together.
The mood was warm and intimate, yet they chose not to take things further.

The following morning, Patrick’s eyes widened as he surveyed the banquet spread across the dining table, a feast fit for royalty.

He wondered if Rhys was expecting additional company.

He and Hamilton had already eaten earlier.

Even if invited to partake, there was no way they could make a dent in the sheer abundance of food before them.

Hamilton broke the silence, asking, “Mr. Green, are you expecting some important guest at Remson Manor?”

Harlee surveyed the table laden with luxurious dishes, a pleased smile on her face.

Catching Hamilton’s and Patrick’s astonished stares, she calmly responded, “This is all for me.”

Both Hamilton and Patrick exchanged surprised glances, trying to suppress their shock. So, Rhys had prepared all of this for Harlee.

Even if she sampled only a dozen platters and took a bite from each, it wasn’t their place to comment.

After all, Rhys indulged her whims without question.

Just then, Rhys emerged from the kitchen, placing a steaming bowl of soup in front of Harlee.

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