Chapter 1446: Chapter 1446

Chapter 1446:

“Would you like to return to Remson Manor?” Rhys suggested, tenderly brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, his tone soothing.

“You really get me!” Harlee smiled, leaning against him.

Rhys encircled her waist with his arms, drawing her onto his lap. He studied her face closely.

“You’re itching to get back to work, aren’t you?” His warm breath lingered near her ear, his voice carrying a lazy inflection.

“You think you’ll have more freedom at Remson Manor, away from your parents’ watchful eyes, don’t you?”

“Mm…”

Harlee blinked her large eyes, teasing him with a playful smile.

“Besides, I’d rather be alone with you.”

She knew if she outright confessed her desire to resume work, Rhys might object. Sweet-talking him might increase her chances.

Rhys’ expression brightened at her words.

Harlee couldn’t contain her excitement. She playfully tugged at Rhys’ arm, seizing the opportunity.

“Let’s head back to Remson Manor. Felix can stay here with my parents.”

Rhys laughed softly, playfully tapping her forehead.

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“Could you really leave Felix behind?”

If it had been right after Felix was born, Harlee wouldn’t have even considered it. But now… her interactions with Felix were limited to just a few hours each day. He spent most of his time surrounded by a loving group of relatives and slept with Lonnie and Skyla at night. So, Harlee was fine with leaving him there.

With a strong support system for Felix, Harlee was eager to pursue her own interests. She wasn’t about to forsake her ambitions just because she was a mother.

“We can come to play with Felix during the day and retreat to Remson Manor at night,” Harlee suggested, resting her head against Rhys’ shoulder. Her delicate hands gently stroked his face as she spoke in a soft, alluring voice, “Please… Honey… Darling…”

She gently shook Rhys’ arm again and gazed into his eyes with a pleading look, hoping to sway him.

Harlee had considered telling her parents directly about her desire to return to Remson Manor, yet every time she saw their joyful expressions, she found herself unable to voice her thoughts.

Rhys watched her with intense focus, his throat tightening and his mouth suddenly dry.

Scooping her up effortlessly, Rhys carried Harlee toward the bed. Once there, he gently laid her down, his voice low and tender.

“If you ask sweetly, I’ll discuss moving back to Remson Manor with your parents.”

Harlee remained silent. She had anticipated their interactions escalating into something far more passionate and unchecked.

As Harlee wrapped her arms around his neck, preparing to seduce him, a voice disrupted the moment from beyond the door.

“Rhys, what’s your take on the Southwich property?”

Brenton banged heavily on the door as he spoke.

Rhys mentally cursed Brenton’s timing. If looks could kill, Brenton’s interruption would have been fatal.

Frustration evident, Rhys stalked toward the door, his face a portrait of frustrated desire.

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