Chapter 1271: Chapter 1271

Chapter 1271:

“Will you promise me?” she asked with earnestness.

“I won’t restrict your actions, but I cannot accept this deal,” Rhys responded firmly.

Harlee, anticipating such a response, felt only slight disappointment.

After a moment’s pause, she took Rhys’ hand firmly and drew him near. She whispered into his ear with a pleading tone, “Please, my love…” Her voice was gentle and playful, softening his determination.

Rhys stared at her face, his throat growing dry and a strange fluttering stirring in his heart. Without hesitation, he gave in.

“How can I possibly say no to you?” He softly stroked her forehead in affection, smiling warmly. “However, I have my conditions. Never overexert yourself. Make sure to rest when needed, and stick to the prenatal care plan I set once we land on the island.”

Prenatal care. Although Harlee was not fond of those prescribed remedies, she decided to tolerate them for the sake of her plans. “Okay, it’s a deal!” She figured she could negotiate her way out of consuming too much of the remedies later on.

“Seal it with a kiss,” Rhys suggested. He then bent down and gently kissed her lips.

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“Remember, no interfering with my work. Once we’re on the island, just stay by my side,” Harlee said. “And if you don’t respect our agreement or break our deal, you’ll be banned from my side for the next six months!”

“That sounds harsh,” Rhys said, playfully expressing his displeasure.

Harlee nodded decisively, ready to add more when the sound of footsteps interrupted them.

Turning together, Harlee and Rhys noticed Goodwin approaching them on the deck.

When Goodwin noticed them, a hint of surprise flickered in his eyes. He clearly hadn’t anticipated running into them while seeking some fresh air. He offered a respectful greeting. “Are you out enjoying the sea breeze as well?”

Rhys shot Goodwin a cold glance, showing his annoyance at the interruption.

“Have you brought all the necessary equipment? What about the standard medicines for colds and injuries?” Harlee asked.

Goodwin promptly replied, “Yes, everything is prepared. I can perform surgeries as long as the environment is sterile.”

“Good,” Harlee responded with a nod, pleased that all preparations were in place. The next step was to select a location on the island to begin their project.

Nicola had chosen the island as her final place of rest, located a significant distance from the familiar shores of Baythorn. The journey there, even at the ship’s maximum speed, would last a full day.

As darkness enveloped the sea, their cruise ship anchored at the northern pier, and the gangway descended. Prepared for his role, Noel and his team boarded.

From the deck, Harlee observed Noel in silence.

Returning to his work as a psychologist, Noel realized his lack of passion for business. This discovery led him to take a long vacation, during which he traveled the nation for nearly two years, helping locals with their psychological issues. When he learned of Harlee’s intention to establish a farmhouse restaurant on the island, he reached out, eager to be part of her initiative. His plan was to set up a center for psychological therapy on the island.

The northern winters were harsh. Noel was clad in a long, black down jacket that enveloped him, concealing his features almost completely. Despite his gentle features, he now seemed like a vague, shadowy figure.

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