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    At three o’clock in the afternoon, the backyard of the Sanderson family vi was bathed in golden sunlight.


    Harlee had nned to lounge in the backyard with Felix under the warm sun, but the moment he touched the grass, he was bursting with energy, crawling around non-stop. With no other choice, she gave up on rxing and chased after him, getting an unexpected workout in the process.


    Harlee was so absorbed in the moment that she didn’t notice Rhys walking in.


    “Lee…”


    Rhys’ familiar, intive voice came from behind.


    Only then did Harlee realize Rhys was standing there. She quickly scooped up Felix, who was about to crawl off again, turned around, cleared her throat, and asked, “Huh? When did you get back? I thought you said thepany would be busy today?”


    Rhys’ voice cut through the air, each word precise and deliberate.


    “I have been standing here for three minutes.”


    Rhys’ tone was strained, his frustration barely concealed. No matter how hard he tried to mask it, the jealousy was unmistakable.


    Harlee couldn’t help but smile inwardly. She knew what this was about—Rhys was jealous. And of his own son, no less. This was so expected!


    Before Harlee could utter a word, the child in her arms was swiftly lifted away, and in an instant, she collided with Rhys’ chest, enveloped in his tight embrace.


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    Lifted into the air, Felix giggled and babbled, convinced his father was ying with him. He waved his arms and kicked his legs, his excitement overflowing.


    Harlee swallowed, parting her lips to protest, but a deep voice rumbled beside her ear, low andmanding.


    “From now on, you are mine. You are not allowed to spend more time with this little brat.”


    Without waiting for a response, Rhys signaled the butler to take Felix away.


    Only then did Felix realize he couldn’t stay with his parents anymore.


    Hisughter died down. He let out a loud “Wah!” and burst into heart-wrenching sobs.


    “Don’t speak up for him.”


    Rhys gently squeezed Harlee’s hand and then cast a cold nce at the butler, silently ordering thetter to take the troublesome Felix away.


    Harlee sighed, her breath heavy with resignation. Since Felix’s birth, this scene had yed out more times than she could count. She couldn’t fathom why Rhys was so jealous of their son, especially when, in truth, she spent far more moments with him than with Felix.


    But Harlee knew better than to argue. If she did, Rhys would assert his dominance in ways that would leave her too weak to get out of bed for three days.


    Nestling her head against his chest, Harlee murmuredzily, “I have some business to take care of at five.”


    “Two hours will be enough.”


    Before she could react, Rhys swept her into his arms.


    Instinctively, Harlee wrapped her arms around his neck, her gaze heavy with an allure that stirred something deep inside him. The heat surged through him, but he willed himself to hold back.


    “I’ll settle the score with you tonight. But for now… You areing with me.”


    His words hung in the air, tinged with mystery.


    Harlee hesitated, the words “I wasn’t nning to sleep at home tonight” flitting through her mind, but she kept them to herself.


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