?Chapter 562: Oh,e on.


    What if I make a mess of it? Rhys tone dropped to a sultry whisper.


    Then, it would be my pleasure to guide you.


    With a calm nce at the bowl, Harlee gently pushed Rhys hand aside.


    She picked it up and then sat by the bed, her movements deliberate and steady.


    As she grasped the spoon and was about to scoop up some soup, Rhysrge hand gently wrapped around hers, its warmth undeniable.


    Harlee had been teasing initially, but Rhys took her jest to heart, eager to instruct her.


    Heeded by Tonyas earlier advice, Harlee unexpectedly did not resist.


    With the gentleness reserved for a novice, Rhys steadied Harlees hand, his fingers guiding hers to scoop up a spoonful of soup.


    He carefully brought it to her lips, his eyes shimmering with tender encouragement, silently urging her to taste it.


    Harlees lips parted ever so slightly, epting the warm broth.


    As the subtle sweetness of the soup lingered on her pte, she found it delightfully unexpected.


    Rhys, caught off guard by her reaction, chuckled.


    Harlee, dont tempt me like this… Im still recovering here, you know.


    A thrill raced through Harlees heart, sparking an unrestrained desire.


    Driven by a sudden impulse, she leaned forward and pressed a soft, fleeting kiss to Rhys lips, as delicate as a dragonfly touching the surface of a pond.


    New chapters now on galnovels.c?m She whispered breathlessly, That is what temptation truly feels like.


    With those teasing words, she kissed him again, this time with a fervor that melded their breaths and deepened their connection.


    Rhys found himself juggling the soup bowl and her hand, his efforts to maintain hisposure visibly faltering.


    He soon reciprocated with fervent enthusiasm, tracing his lips from hers to the sensitive skin behind her ear, drowning in the moments intense intimacy.


    Then, with a yful smirk, Rhys steered her hand toward the soup, feeding himself a spoonful.


    Soup fed by you tastes wonderful, he murmured, his gaze intensifying.


    But this… This is beyondpare.


    As he spoke the word this, his eyes, intensely focused, never strayed from her lips.


    Harlees heart fluttered lightly, a soft warmth blooming within her.


    It was merely a simple exchange between a couple, yet she found herself overwhelmed with a growing affection for him.


    This had to be the deep-seated love Tonya often spoke of… With Rhys, it somehow didnt seem so bad.


    Meanwhile, after a lengthy absence, Hale finally made contact with Lindsay.


    In a fit of anger, Lindsay had stormed out and was now pushing her Maserati down the deste highway, the speedometer climbing as if her rising speed could soothe her frayed nerves.


    For thirty relentless minutes, she gripped the steering wheel tightly, elerating hard as though to outpace her seething anger.


    Finally, drained, she pulled over, fury zing in her eyes as she red at the steering wheel, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and tumult.


    She was baffled by her own reckless behavior, just as she was puzzled by her actions trying to drive a wedge between Harlee and Rhys and temper her parentsvish doting on Harlee, which had now spiraled to the point of harboring murderous thoughts.


    At that moment, Lindsays phone flickered to life.


    The message from Hale appeared.


    Get into the ck car behind you.


    Someone will take you to the vi.


    Lindsay quickly checked her rearview mirror.


    Indeed, a ck Bentley was parked just behind her.


    Lindsays fingers clenched around the steering wheel, her knuckles whitening as she hesitated.


    But after a few tense moments, she pushed the door open and stepped out of the car.


    She had to confront Hale.


    It was inevitable.


    As soon as Lindsay slid into the passenger seat, a cloth blindfold was pressed over her eyes.


    Time became elusive as the car hummed along.


    She drifted into a restless sleep, only to awaken when they arrived at the vi.


    Now, with a rity that sharpened her thoughts, Lindsay felt an eerie calm.


    She recognized that her erratic actionstely were undeniably connected to Hale.


    Despite everything, she wasnt ready to sever tiesnot yet.


    Hale was crucial to her ns for retribution.


    Lindsay burned with a relentless need to kill Harlee and end her smug existence.


    Unbeknownst to Lindsay, this tranquil state often paved the way for her delusions to take the helm, pushing her to extreme decisions.


    In the past, her confrontations with Harlee had been limited to mere humiliations.


    Defeat was an eptable oue as long as her own interests remained safe.


    This time, Lindsay was escorted to the study.


    Contrary to her expectations, Hale exuded a calm demeanor, seemingly having foreseen the missions setback.


    He broke the silence with a reassuring tone.


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