Chapter 1440:


    When Rhys returned, cooled from his shower, he found Harlee, shirt lifted, lovingly caressing her belly and chatting animatedly with their child. His lips curved into a tender smile as he approached, his footsteps measured and sure.


    Stooping by the bed, he tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and murmured with a chuckle, “Chatting with our little one?”


    Harlee’s eyes sparkled with excitement.


    “Yes. Baby, show Daddy how you kick!”


    But the baby remained still.


    After a second attempt met with silence, Harlee shrugged yfully.


    “Seems like the baby only favors me!”


    Rhysughed softly, pulling her into a gentle embrace. His warm breath tickled her ear as he whispered, “Don’t worry. I’ll win over his or her heart soon enough.”


    Harlee’s smile widened, her heart full. She had no doubts about Rhys. He would be a wonderful father.


    Harlee’s idental disclosure of her identity thrust her name into the spotlight, transforming her live streams into events besieged by fans the moment she appeared online.


    Her visual followers, a zealous crowd, materialized instantly whenever there was a whisper of her name, despite her years-long hiatus. Additionally, a considerable tech fanbase had gathered around her during this period.


    These factions,bined with those eager for a sighting of Clint, meant her streams were invariably at capacity within moments of going live.


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    With streaming bing a less viable option, Harlee turned her attention elsewhere, mindful that Rhys harbored concerns that streaming could draw unwanted love rivals.


    Ultimately, Harlee turned to scriptwriting. Having once overheard Clintment the scarcity of quality material in showbiz, she decided to swap her gaming hours for writing sessions.


    The first time Rhys caught her at the keyboard, his surprise was palpable.


    “Lee, you’re not contemting a film project, are you?”


    Looking up, Harlee shed him a confident grin.


    “Yes, I’m thinking of making a movie, just for kicks. It’d be brilliant if I could cast Clint and Tiffany. Who knows? Sparks might fly between them on set!”


    Rhys was momentarily lost for words. He marveled at the diversity of Harlee’s maternity pastimes, now including matchmaking through filmmaking.


    ncing at the script in her hands, his initial casual curiosity turned to astonishment. Harlee had proven herself a jack-of-all-trades. Setting aside their personal ties, he admitted he’d back her cinematic venture without a second thought—her concept was a veritable gold mine.


    “Why the sudden interest in making a movie?” Rhys asked.


    After a thoughtful pause, Harlee exined earnestly, “Once Clint settles down, I suspect my parents will shift their focus off me. More freedom for me then. By creating this film, I’m ying Cupid for Clint with Tiffany.”


    Stunned by her ceaseless energy, Rhys suggested a change of scenery. Being cooped up at home all these days had probably driven her stir-crazy.


    “Lee, how about a stroll on the Ind?”


    Without hesitation, Harlee declined.


    “No, I can’t go anywhere right now. I just struck upon a fantastic idea. Let me get this down first.”


    Rhys was left speechless.


    And so, Rhys’ subsequent invitations were all simrly rebuffed. When Harlee finallypleted the main draft, the first person she called was Brenton.


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