Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You're A Zillionaire's Heiress - Chapter 935

Chapter 935:

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After a pause, her gaze moved past him, focusing on the distant flames.

“I simply trusted the wrong person.” Rhys felt his heart lift at her lack of regret, only for her next words to send it plummeting into despair.

He should have expected this answer.

He had failed her in every way.

But at least there was still disappointment.

A hollow laugh escaped Rhys as he gently let her go, allowing her to lean back against the stone.

He straightened and looked down at her, his expression unreadable.

“I did let you down, but…”

The rest remained unspoken as he turned and walked toward the fire.

In his eyes, Harlee saw the pitiful look of shattered hope. It struck her as strange.

He had been the one to let go of their relationship first. Why did he now seem so lost? Could it be…

The thought flitted through her mind, but she pushed it aside. If there was still a game to play, she would see it through to its end.

The following day, Harlee handed Rhys off to Tonya with little ceremony.

“I prefer not to fight alongside the injured.”

Rhys raised his bandaged arm earnestly.

“It’s nothing.”

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Harlee didn’t respond. The bandage, still stained with crimson, gave away the truth. She wasn’t easily deceived. Wiping her rifle, Harlee cast him a sharp glance.

“Well?”

Rhys hesitated, silent.

Her glare made it clear she wouldn’t tolerate defiance, leaving him no choice but to back down.

Tonya observed Harlee leaving Rhys in her care, her expression bright with the thrill of potential mischief. She thought this was a chance to put Rhys in his place. Noticing the gleam in Tonya’s eyes, Harlee firmly clasped her shoulder.

“Don’t get any ideas. Just send him off.” Harlee knew Tonya’s tendencies all too well, spotting trouble before it began.

Ignoring Tonya’s protests, Harlee slung her rifle over her shoulder and walked away. One final duty remained.

Her involvement in the Gruinia mission hadn’t been necessary. She had chosen it for reasons she kept to herself.

As Tonya caught sight of Rhys’s wistful expression, she held back her urge to draw her pistol, settling for a swift kick instead.

“Quit acting like you care!”

Rhys stumbled but steadied himself, brushing off the dirt without a word, then climbed aboard the chopper.

Before stepping fully inside, he paused, turning back with a faint grin.

That look sent a chill down Tonya’s spine, as if she were witnessing a man already lost to fate. She shook her head, brushing off the unsettling feeling.

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