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    However, Belindapletely ignored him, happily chatting away with Harlee.


    Seeing his wife already treating Harlee like a daughter-inw, Jose felt a headache creeping in. What could he do now? As the nominal head of the family, he couldn’t control his son and certainly didn’t have the guts to challenge his wife. So, he decided to find another way to break Rhys and Harlee apart.


    Over the years, Jose had be quite adept at being submissive in front of his wife, making sure he did anything that might warrant his wife’s displeasure discreetly.


    Harlee hadn’t expected her first visit to be so effortless. She thought there would be at least a few deliberate obstacles thrown her way.


    It seemed an investigation was indeed needed.


    As the day unfolded, much like the one before, Harlee and Rhys spent the afternoon busy with their own tasks. It wasn’t until evening that they reunited at Remson Manor.


    Harlee went upstairs to freshen up.


    By the time she came downstairs, Rhys had already prepared a steaming bowl of noodles apanied by arge dish of shrimp.


    Harlee rushed over, slipping her arms around Rhys from behind. She spoke teasingly, her voiceced with mischief.


    “You are bing quite the chef. Keep it up.”


    Rhys spun around in her embrace, wrapping his arms around her waist with a grin.


    “Of course. I will be your exclusive cook. Will you take care of me, Lee?”


    “No doubt about that, and only you,” she answered, tapping his lips lightly with her finger, her eyes smoldering with yful allure.


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    “Trying to tempt me, are you? Do you understand the risks?” Rhys murmured, his voice low and teasing, as he leaned closer.


    His warm breath skimmed Harlee’s ear as he gently nibbled her earlobe.


    A shiver coursed through Harlee. Rhys’ closeness consumed her senses, his mouth finding hers with an intensity that overwhelmed her, passion crashing over her in endless waves.


    Lost in the moment, Rhys’ fingers slid to the back of her head, steadying her as his other hand traveled along her waist.


    Hismanding kiss pulled her deeper into his grasp.


    As Harlee’s strength waned, her legs threatened to buckle. Rhys’ firm arm encircled her, lifting her effortlessly onto the table.


    His hands remained on her hips, his lips trailing fervent kisses from her jawline to the delicate curve of her neck and shoulders…


    Their breaths mingled as they rested their foreheads together, their chests rising and falling withbored effort.


    “I could im you right here and now,” Rhys murmured, his voice rough and loaded with desire.


    Harlee leaned against his broad chest, her body pliant. They stayed close, basking in the intimacy until an unexpected growl from her stomach shattered the quiet.


    Laughter spilled from them, warm and unrestrained.


    Rhys had eaten earlier from a spread Hamilton had prepared, leaving him content.


    After sharing a few forkfuls of spaghetti, he cleaned his hands and returned to sit across from Harlee. With careful precision, he peeled the shells off the shrimp and presented the tender meat to her lips.


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