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    Rhys was dressed in a ck suit paired with a white shirt, the cor half-open, and his tie loosened suggestively as he knelt beside the bed.


    Harlee tilted her head, a rogue smile ying on her lips. She had to admit, she was quite taken by the sight. With Rhys’ chiseled features and the evident arousal beneath his suit, her desire was unmistakably stirred. But she couldn’t let herself be swayed by his charms—she had important matters to address tomorrow.


    Leaning backzily on the bed, Harlee pursed her lips, her face betraying little emotion.


    Rhys, noting herck of response, adjusted his almost-falling tie and opened his cor further, each movement seemingly calcted.


    This was, after all, his first attempt at seduction, and his inexperience showed. Still, Harlee gave no sign of reaction. This left Rhys second-guessing his allure. Could he really fail at seduction?


    Just as Rhys was contemting a more forceful approach, Harlee suddenly sat up, seized his loosened tie, and yanked him closer. Looking down at him, her voice was seductive yetzy.


    “Hmm? Seduction? Who taught you this little trick?”


    Rhys didn’t resist. He leaned forward, his hands resting on the bed, providing Harlee with the perfect angle to glimpse his faintly visible abs. It was tempting, indeed—hard to look away from…


    Seizing the moment, Rhys pinned Harlee to the bed, their eyes locking in an intense gaze.


    From his position, Rhys couldn’t help but swallow as he looked at Harlee, catching sight of her curves and inhaling her unique scent, which only fueled the growing fire of desire within him.


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    His voice deepened, husky andden with allure.


    “Hmm… Tonight, you can do whatever you want, darling.”


    After speaking, a wave of heat surged through him, the arousal almost overwhelming. He was intensely turned on, unsure if this attempt at seduction was genuinely to coax Harlee or merely inviting trouble.


    Suddenly, Harlee reached out, her fingers tracing down Rhys’ chest to his belt before swiftly pulling away.


    The light in Rhys’ eyes flickered with disappointment. He reached for her hand, hoping to guide it back, but before he could grasp her, Harlee pushed him away and kicked him to the floor.


    The force of her kick was twice as strong as the earlier one.


    Rhysnded in an awkward heap, his expression one of hurt bewilderment. Harlee’s voice was cold and final.


    “Seduction won’t work on me. You have one minute. If you don’t leave, I’ll throw you out myself.”


    Her words were emphatic.


    Rhys nced at her as shey down, noticing his erection, and rose from the floor in embarrassment. The seduction had utterly failed. Perhaps he had been too confident in his appeal. He mused that next time, he might have better luck winning her over with a delicious meal.


    He considered trying again but quickly dismissed the idea as Harlee turned off the tablemp—a clear signal that further attempts would meet with her disapproval, possibly more physical this time.


    He clumsily got up, braced himself on the edge of the bed, and whispered “Good night” to Harlee. Then, using the dim light from the window, he made his way to the bathroom for a much-needed cold shower to cool down.


    Harlee, hearing his moans as he dealt with his burning desire, let a faint smile y at the corner of her mouth. If not for the importance of tomorrow’s tasks, she might have pinned this charming man to the bed. His attempt at seduction, ineffective as it was, had unexpectedly worked in its own way. Listening to the sound of the shower, Harlee’s smile deepened. After tomorrow’s obligations were handled, she nned to fully engage with him.


    The next day, Rhys, questioning his approach, abandoned the idea of seduction and decided to focus on delighting his wife with culinary treats instead. However, the absence ofst night’s flirtation irked Harlee, and in frustration, she banished him to sleep in the study.


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