Chapter 1440:
When Rhys returned, cooled from his shower, he found Harlee, shirt lifted, lovingly caressing her belly and chatting animatedly with their child. His lips curved into a tender smile as he approached, his footsteps measured and sure.
Stooping by the bed, he tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear and murmured with a chuckle, âChatting with our little one?â
Harleeâs eyes sparkled with excitement.
âYes. Baby, show Daddy how you kick!â
But the baby remained still.
After a second attempt met with silence, Harlee shrugged playfully.
âSeems like the baby only favors me!â
Rhys laughed softly, pulling her into a gentle embrace. His warm breath tickled her ear as he whispered, âDonât worry. Iâll win over his or her heart soon enough.â
Harleeâs smile widened, her heart full. She had no doubts about Rhys. He would be a wonderful father.
Harleeâs accidental disclosure of her identity thrust her name into the spotlight, transforming her live streams into events besieged by fans the moment she appeared online.
Her visual followers, a zealous crowd, materialized instantly whenever there was a whisper of her name, despite her years-long hiatus. Additionally, a considerable tech fanbase had gathered around her during this period.
These factions, combined with those eager for a sighting of Clint, meant her streams were invariably at capacity within moments of going live.
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With streaming becoming a less viable option, Harlee turned her attention elsewhere, mindful that Rhys harbored concerns that streaming could draw unwanted love rivals.
Ultimately, Harlee turned to scriptwriting. Having once overheard Clint lament the scarcity of quality material in showbiz, she decided to swap her gaming hours for writing sessions.
The first time Rhys caught her at the keyboard, his surprise was palpable.
âLee, youâre not contemplating a film project, are you?â
Looking up, Harlee flashed him a confident grin.
âYes, Iâm thinking of making a movie, just for kicks. Itâd be brilliant if I could cast Clint and Tiffany. Who knows? Sparks might fly between them on set!â
Rhys was momentarily lost for words. He marveled at the diversity of Harleeâs maternity pastimes, now including matchmaking through filmmaking.
Glancing at the script in her hands, his initial casual curiosity turned to astonishment. Harlee had proven herself a jack-of-all-trades. Setting aside their personal ties, he admitted heâd back her cinematic venture without a second thoughtâher concept was a veritable gold mine.
âWhy the sudden interest in making a movie?â Rhys asked.
After a thoughtful pause, Harlee explained earnestly, âOnce Clint settles down, I suspect my parents will shift their focus off me. More freedom for me then. By creating this film, Iâm playing Cupid for Clint with Tiffany.â
Stunned by her ceaseless energy, Rhys suggested a change of scenery. Being cooped up at home all these days had probably driven her stir-crazy.
âLee, how about a stroll on the Island?â
Without hesitation, Harlee declined.
âNo, I canât go anywhere right now. I just struck upon a fantastic idea. Let me get this down first.â
Rhys was left speechless.
And so, Rhysâ subsequent invitations were all similarly rebuffed. When Harlee finally completed the main draft, the first person she called was Brenton.
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