?Chapter 732: Then why… Harlee started, but Rhys gently guided her down the stairs, his smile deepening with a hint of something unspoken.


    Because theyre all terrified of Sk, my future mother-inw.


    Her future mother-inw? Harlees ears flushed slightly, but she quickly pushed aside her shyness.


    I want to eat some bread.


    Alright.


    Ill have it ready for you.


    He stepped closer, gently taking her hand in his.


    Are you hungry? What would you like to eat? I have a whole spread ready.


    Harlee stretched, her body aching with the lingering effects of the hangover.


    Why didnt you take me home? I stayed out without telling my family.


    Theyre probably worried.


    Rhys shed her a smile and replied, I told themst night.


    Harlee blinked, her mind quickly sobering.


    You told them? And they all agreed? Rhys gave a casual shrug, a glint of mischief in his eyes.


    Not exactly.


    They scolded me, and Fletcher even said he was going to rush to Remson Manor to pick you up.


    Then why… Harlee started, but Rhys gently guided her down the stairs, his smile deepening with a hint of something unspoken.


    Because theyre all terrified of Sk, my future mother-inw.


    Her future mother-inw? Harlees ears flushed slightly, but she quickly pushed aside her shyness.


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    Alright.


    Ill have it ready for you.


    At the dining table, Harlee took a bite of the freshly baked bread.


    Its crust was perfectly crisp, and the inside was soft and warm, with a vor that hit just the right note.


    Rhys cooking had improved significantly.


    It was no surprise that he had earned her mothers approval.


    Although Rhys hadnt gone into details, Harlee could piece together what had happened the night before.


    Rhys must have called Sk, exining that Harlee had been drunk and ufortable.


    Since Remson Manor was nearby, it had been a convenient ce to settle Harlee.


    Later, the Sanderson family tried to apply pressure on Rhys, but only after Sk had given them a heads-up.


    This shed light on why they resorted to threats instead of taking decisive action.


    Harlee dabbed her mouth with a napkin and nced up at Rhys.


    Have you decided what topete with Fleming in? Rhys set his fork down, his eyes briefly flickering with a hint of relief.


    Seeing that Harlee hadpletely forgotten about the events of the previous night, he had no intention of bringing it up.


    In fact, he had specifically asked everyone to keep quiet about it.


    When Rhys thought about Fleming, a spark of determination glinted in his eyes.


    Yes, its settled.


    We will bepeting in shooting.


    Harlee couldnt help but raise an eyebrow.


    A shootingpetition? She couldnt suppress a dry chuckle.


    Even she couldnt hold a candle to Rhys razor-sharp uracy after her years of navigating the gritty underworld and serving in the military, let alone Fleming.


    Harlee teased, You didnt hold back, did you? Fleming gave you the choice, and you went with what you are best at.


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