Chapter 1270: Chapter 1270

Chapter 1270:

Nicola had never left the island until her passing. Therefore, Harlee wanted to bring life to it after Nicola’s death.

Back then, Tonya had quickly prepared the antidote, but sadly, Nicola’s health had already declined too far. She passed away before she could attend Harlee’s wedding.

“Yes,” Rhys whispered, his chin resting on her forehead as he affectionately nuzzled her.

Rhys was committed to supporting Harlee, no matter what she felt like doing during her pregnancy. She had every right to lead her own vibrant life.

As the cruise ship approached the island, Harlee felt an inexplicable thrill. Her thoughts were not only filled with memories of Nicola’s decades on the island but also with dreams of what the future might hold for her and her people.

Rhys positioned himself in front of Harlee, subtly leaning forward to block the sea breeze for her. He smiled softly and asked, “Do you enjoy this island?”

Harlee pondered her feelings about the island. Perhaps she did enjoy it, anticipating the visit because, over the past year, she had traveled to every destination Tonya had explored, except this one. She hoped to detect even a faint sign of Tonya’s presence here. A slight indication would suffice.

Harlee turned slightly to feel the breeze, the warm sunlight filling her eyes, and a relaxed smile formed on her lips. “Yes, I do like it. Aside from my eagerness to know about Nicola, I want to trace Tonya’s steps, if she left any behind.”

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After exploring the island, she would establish a farmhouse restaurant where she and her people could lead a peaceful life from then on.

“Alright, our baby and I will join you.” Rhys affectionately ruffled her hair and pulled her into his arms.

They stood together, silently observing the horizon. Their quiet was more expressive than any spoken words.

As Harlee leaned against his shoulder, she contemplated her plans and the responsibilities she must manage on her own. Casting a worried glance at him, her eyes betrayed her inner conflict. She considered whether she should alert him to her thoughts. Typically decisive, she now hesitated, concerned that he might command the captain to turn the ship back.

Nestling against her nose, Rhys asked, “What’s causing your hesitation? You’re free to tell me whatever you want and do as you please.”

Harlee slightly bowed her head in thought. “Rhys, how about we make a deal?”

“A deal?” His eyebrow lifted in curiosity, assuming she proposed a lighthearted pact between them.

“Once we land on the island, no matter my actions, promise not to be upset or intervene. Just support me in silence until I’ve completed my tasks, alright?” She looked at him, searching for his response.

Rhys understood Harlee well. Her request implied she planned to undertake something he might not favor. “What is it that you plan to do?” he asked, withholding immediate agreement.

Harlee stepped back from his hold and leaned calmly against the railing. “The conditions on the island might be tough, so I’m thinking ahead. I worry you might try to prevent me from doing certain things, or maybe even use the baby as leverage.”

“Do you actually believe I would do that, or do you have plans already?” Rhys asked.

“No, just planning ahead,” Harlee answered, her clear gaze making her sincerity undeniable.

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