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

Chapter 1564
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Chapter 1564: Feeling the absence in his arms, Rhys tightened his hold on the snacks. He set them aside slowly, a look of resigned affection crossing his face. Since their reunion in the desert, Harlee had playfully teased him countless times, always slipping away before he could "retaliate." She seemed to always have the upper hand.

But now, with a seven-day stay in Baythorn ahead, Rhys mused that he might finally have his chance to turn the tables.

In Baythorn, Harlee stepped off the helicopter, feeling the mild June air. She had already shed her jacket before disembarking, clad only in a white T-shirt tailored by a local artisan to suit her tastes and measurements.

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Rhys had commissioned a seasoned tailor in Baythorn to craft the T-shirt to Harlee's specific preferences. Made from breathable, cool fabric, the shirt ensured that even with temperatures reaching 84.2 degrees Fahrenheit, Harlee remained comfortable, not overwhelmed by the heat, unlike others who felt the warmth more acutely. As soon as Harlee disembarked from the helicopter, her first impulse was to visit the Sanderson family estate and embrace Felix. However, Rhys had other plans and whisked her away to Remson Manor, where they spent the entire day indoors.

The next morning, Harlee stretched languidly as she woke up in the expansive bed. Opening her eyes, she was greeted by the sight of an adorable little one crawling toward her.

Her gaze fixed on Felix as he approached, her eyes widening in surprise. Felix could crawl? Why hadn't her parents mentioned this milestone during their video calls? G☐☐☐☐☐☐.co] for more reading Tears welled up in Harlee's eyes uncontrollably. Though her face lit up with joy, the sadness was palpable. She had missed an important moment in Felix's life! Harlee's emotions tangled within her-torn between happiness at Felix's new ability and sorrow for missing two months of his growth. Rhys sat beside Harlee, his hand gently stroking her back. His silent support helped calm her swirling emotions.

"I'm fine," she murmured, wiping the tears from her eyes. She then managed a small smile.

"Did you go to the family hto bring him here this morning?" "Yes, I wanted to surprise you," Rhys replied, his eyes warm with affection.

Harlee reached out to caress Felix's soft hair, her voice tender as she asked, “Fel, did you miss me?" Seemingly understanding her words, Felix paused his crawling, sat up, and giggled. His cheeks dimpled, and his large eyes blinked, radiating cuteness.

Harlee was utterly enchanted. She lifted him into her arms and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek.

Felix's chubby hands waved in the air, his legs kicked playfully, filling the room with Harlee's and Rhys' delighted laughter.

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Meanwhile, in a photo stuon the outskirts of Baythorn, since joining the production, Tiffany had dedicated herself entirely to Harlee's first film project, turning down all other online and offline job offers to focus on her role.

Tiffany's refusal to attend high-paying events nearly drove her agency to desperation.

With only three months remaining on.

her contract and no signs of renewal, her agent began to deliberately target gent began to N her. Forcing her to participate in events was one of their key strategies.

Normally, given her status in showbiz, Tiffany could have declined such demands. However, lacking any significant connections and being a self-made star, she found herself at the mercy of the agency. She had no choice but to grit her teeth and dutifully fulfill her contract for the remaining three months.

After a magazine cover shoot, Tiffany stepped away from the glaring stulights. Her agent had already left, and only a haughty assistant remained, deliberately keeping a distance.