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    “Harlee, our mom wants to see you in the conservatory.”


    “Okay,” Harlee responded, though her desire to stay with Rhys was evident in her eyes. Still, she knew it was best to follow Fleming’s lead and meet her mother.


    Before walking away, Harlee squeezed Rhys’ hand to calm his nerves. With her reassurance, Rhys’ anxiety gradually eased, and his heart found some peace.


    As soon as Harlee left, Fleming turned his cold gaze back to Rhys.


    “Let’s go.”


    “My dad’s been waiting for you in the study.”


    Rhys trailed Fleming down the dimly lit hallway toward the study, his nerves quietly mounting with each step.


    He stole nces at Fleming, but Fleming’s expression revealed nothing about why Lonnie wanted to meet alone. Rhys reassured himself.


    As long as he stayed polite and earnest, all would go well.


    As this thought settled in his mind, Fleming’s chilly voice cut through.


    “We’re here. My father expects you to enter alone.”


    Without waiting, Rhys pushed open the door and cautiously peered inside. Lonnie was there, seated at arge, imposing desk, his eyes shifting toward the doorway.


    “Come in,” Lonnie called out, his voice deep and echoing slightly in the spacious room.


    Stepping inside, Rhys offered a respectful nod.


    “Mr. Sanderson.”


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    Lonnie responded with a mere grunt, not bothering to look up again. Picking up on the room’s tense air, Rhys held back further words and stepped fully inside, the door shutting with a soft click behind him.


    For a moment, he stood rooted to the spot, the weight of the silence palpable.


    After a tense pause, the initial grip of nervousness began to fade, and Rhys regained hisposure. Reminded of his purpose, he walked closer to the desk and once again respectfully addressed the imposing figure before him.


    “Mr. Sanderson.”


    Lonnie’s eyes, misted yet prating, locked onto Rhys with an intensity that filled the air with palpable tension. Their stares collided with the silent ferocity of diators in an unspoken confrontation. The prolonged gaze stretched into a taut silence until Lonnie, his voice breaking the standoff, questioned pointedly, “What leads you to believe you’re the one who can truly make Harlee happy?”


    Meanwhile, in the conservatory, Harlee found Sk amidst the lush foliage, diligently nurturing the nts.


    “Mom.”


    At the sound of Harlee’s voice, Sk paused, cing her watering can aside to envelop Harlee in a soothing embrace, her fingers tenderly brushing through Harlee’s hair.


    “Don’t worry, dear. Your father knows what he’s doing.


    He understands your affection for Rhys, and despite his reservations, he would never do anything to cause you distress. If it eases your mind, I’ll apany you to the study.”


    As Harlee listened to Sk’s reassuring tone, an overwhelming surge of emotion washed over her.


    Her nose tingled, and tears pooled in her eyes, threatening to spill. She struggled to articte her feelings, feeling overwhelmingly blessed.


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