?Chapter 1298:


    “Understood.”


    With that matter settled, Rhys felt a slight ease of his burdens. He returned to his tent, pulled back the p, and found Harlee at theputer, seemingly busy with something.


    “Why didn’t you rest a bit more?” Rhys asked with a frown.


    Harlee nced up at him, feeling a bit uneasy as she had just woken up. “I was sorting out some ns for what’s next,” she exined.


    Rhys picked up a nearby wooden stool and sat down next to her, gently taking theptop from her. “Just tell me what you need typed,” he said.


    “I’ve rested a lot already,” Harlee said, reaching for theptop. But noticing Rhys’ increasingly stern look, she relented with augh. “Okay, I’ll dictate, you type.”


    She had already felt slightly uneasy from the previous night’s ordeal, and now jumping straight into work after resting just a bit only added to her unease. Had she not been pregnant, she might have indulged in a bit more fussiness. She figured it was best to relent to Rhys’ demand.


    Rhys’ expression softened upon hearing her agreement. He nced down at theptop screen, noting the detailed ns disyed there. “You’re nning to hand over all these responsibilities here?” he inquired. Harlee hadid outprehensive arrangements for a three-month renovation project on the ind.


    Rhys looked at her intently, trying to discern her intentions.


    “Yes,” Harlee replied nonchntly, her remorse about her recent overexertion evident. “I’ve decided to go back and focus on my pregnancy. The baby seems to be making its displeasure known thesest few days.”


    “It wouldn’t dare,” Rhys said sternly. He was the epitome of a protective husband, unwilling to let even his own child challenge his wife.


    Harlee chuckled and yfully tapped his forehead. “Don’t be too hard on our baby!” Her tone was gentle, glowing with a mother’s affection.


    Seeing this, Rhys’ expression faltered for a moment, recalling his recent conversation with Noel about possibly terminating the pregnancy. But he knew Harlee would likely oppose such a decision.


    Misinterpreting his concern, Harlee teased him by pinching his nose. “Have you always been this jealous? Even of our own child?”


    Rhys averted his gaze, observing her tender touch on her abdomen. He stayed quiet for a while, then with renewed assertiveness, he said, “Yes, I admit I’m jealous! Just remember, Ie first, no matter what.”


    Harleeughed heartily at his deration. She affectionately cradled his face in her hands, saying seriously, “Alright, I promise, you’ll alwayse first.”


    Seizing the moment, Rhys tilted her chin upward, locking eyes with her. “You better not be lying to me!”


    Harlee’s eyshes fluttered as she met his gaze, silent. Something in his demeanor suggested he was keeping something from her.


    “You can’t sit still. If I don’t secure some assurance, you’ll definitely prioritize the baby over me!” Rhys teased, his thumb gently caressing her chin, his tone yfully alluring.


    As Rhys spoke, all traces of suspicion faded from Harlee’s mind. She gazed up at his perfect features, threw her arms around his neck, and nestled her head against his chest. His heartbeats, strong and steady, resonated in her ears, providing a sense of grounding andfort.


    Feeling their heartbeats nearly align, Harlee replied, “Rhys, no matter the number of our children or how fondly I cherish them, you’ll always be my number one!” He was the person she could never imagine being without.


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