?Chapter 511: She stood, opened the door, and called out before she could see who it was, Youve arrived? Her sense of hearing was impable.


    Indeed, when she raised her eyes, there was Rhys, standing before her with a food container in hand.


    Harlee ushered him in, cocked an eyebrow, and shed a knowing smile.


    Hmm? Have your cooking skills evolved? I can smell it through the box.


    Rhys grinned, his face lighting up.


    You admired those dishesst time, so I prepared some culinary delights.


    The rich aroma wafted through the air, making Harlee beam.


    It smells heavenly! Rhys let out a chuckle.


    I went easy on the spices this time.


    Give it a taste, and Ill tweak it for you next round.


    Harlee, brimming with anticipation, settled into her seat as Rhys lifted the lid off the food container.


    Her eyes lit up with excitement, the joy unmistakable.


    It was clear Rhys knew her taste well.


    The first dish he presented was her all-time favorite, spicy fried chicken.


    This was followed by a vorful Cajun jambya and a fiery stir-fried pork drenched in chili sauce.


    With each new dish that Rhys revealed, Harlees anticipation grew, her knife and fork poised in eager readiness.


    Absolutely delicious! she eximed after savoring a bite from each dish, shing Rhys a big thumbs up filled with appreciation.


    Suddenly, Rhys expression turned somber.


    Find your adventure at gα?ησν????????s??оm (uso de ? y о cirílica) You know, I had a bit of a mishap in the kitchen today, choked a couple of times, and even nicked myself… Where? Let me see! Harlees concern was immediate as she reached for his hand to examine it.


    Rhys locked eyes with her, his voice dropping to a deep, alluring timbre.


    Its nothing serious.


    A kiss might just make it all better.


    Harlees cheeks flushed a deep red, and though she yfully punched his chest, a smile quickly regained its ce on her lips.


    Harlee encircled Rhys neck with her arms and kissed him passionately.


    Is that enough for you? If not, I promise to spoil you even more after dinner! Rhys responded with a soft chuckle, his voice warm, Alright, Ill be waiting.


    In the secluded private room, beams of sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on the polished wooden floor.


    Seated opposite each other, they enjoyed a meal in a cozy, romantic setting.


    Once they had eaten their fill, Harlee nestledfortably in Rhys embrace, her eyes lingering on him.


    After a moment of silent contemtion, she asked curiously, How did you know I was heading to the hospitalst night to celebrate Wiltons birthday? The night before, Harlee had driven just 500 meters from the Sanderson family home when she had unexpectedly encountered Rhys.


    She had suspected then that he knew about her ns to celebrate Wiltons birthday and had decided to wait for her departure.


    Yet, why hadnt he simply asked her directly? With a gentle touch, Rhys swept a lock of hair from Harlees forehead, his smile tender.


    I didnt know for sure.


    It was just a guess.


    Harlee studied his expression for a beat and then burst into softughter.


    Are you really that afraid of Brenton? You preferred to wait out there rather than just send me a message? Rhys was taken aback for a moment.


    She had figured it out? When he suspected Harlee might head to the hospital, he toyed with the idea of texting her to confirm, yet he paused, hesitating because Brenton had warned him against asking Harlee out at night… So, Rhys found a workaround, positioning himself outside the Sanderson family estate, not technically an invitation.


    With a gentle grasp, Harlee looped her arms around his neck, her fingers tenderly easing the creases in his brow as she chuckled.


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