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

Chapter 1252:

Harlee fumbled her way forward, the darkness obscuring everything except the vague outline of a man lying on the bed. She crept toward the head of the bed, bent low, and lightly tapped the man’s nose with her finger.

Her first instinct was to lie down beside him, but the coldness of her damp hair made her realize she hadn’t dried it yet. Her body shivered, the chill creeping into her bones.

Rubbing her palms together, Harlee prepared to stand and dry her hair elsewhere. But before she could move, she was suddenly lifted onto the bed. She melted into Rhys’ warm embrace, her once-chilled body quickly basking in the heat of his touch.

“Stop it. I haven’t dried my hair yet,” she murmured, squirming in his arms.

When he didn’t respond, she sighed and added, “Let me dry it first, or my head will start hurting again.”

At her words, Rhys gently lifted her from the bed and carried her to the sofa, kneeling before her. “Wait here. I’ll help you dry your hair.”

After saying that, he flicked on the light, retrieved a hairdryer from the drawer beneath the dressing table, and plugged it in. His large hands worked tenderly through her damp strands.

Harlee settled comfortably on the sofa, allowing his hands to glide through her hair. In no time, her previously damp hair was completely dry.

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Rhys seemed to have mastered this technique intentionally. Before her hair had fully dried, he carefully worked in a touch of essential oil, his hands moving with practiced ease to avoid tugging at her strands. “How do you like my hair-drying skills, honey?” he asked, flashing a playful grin like a schoolboy asking for praise.

Harlee cupped his face, her palms warm against his cheeks. Rising on her toes, she brushed a soft kiss across his lips. “They are absolutely perfect.” She couldn’t resist leaning into him, wrapping her arms around his neck, her voice teasing as she asked, “Rhys, why are you always so good to me?”

Rhys gently tapped her nose with a grin, his laughter warm and easy. “It’s time you change the way you address me!”noveldrama

Harlee paused for a moment and then softly whispered, “Honey.”

The sound of it made Rhys’ heart race, sending a surge of excitement through him. He inhaled deeply, his voice quivering with a touch of nervousness. “Lee, can you say it again?”

It felt like he was on the verge of soaring to the heavens. The sensation was magical and mesmerizing.

Harlee’s voice softened as she looked at him. With a tone filled with sincerity, she said again, “Honey.”

Rhys’ expression was radiant. It was as if he had just won the lottery of happiness. His carefree laughter bubbled over, infecting Harlee with its warmth. She chuckled and playfully nudged him. “Stop giggling already. Starting tomorrow, we will begin preparing for the wedding, and we won’t see each other for half a month.”

The brightness in Rhys’ eyes dimmed instantly, and he let out a dramatic sigh before burying his face in Harlee’s chest like a sulking child. “Aren’t we allowed to meet before the wedding?”

“Absolutely not,” Harlee replied firmly, her tone leaving no room for negotiation. Tradition mattered to her, and she intended to honor it.

Though Rhys had been teasing, he lowered his gaze, feigning disappointment, before lifting Harlee into his arms with a grin. “A night of passion is priceless. Let’s make the most of it.”

Harlee couldn’t help but burst into laughter at his cheeky remark. It was going to be a sleepless night.

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