Chapter 1639:
Nola nodded, her face alight with gratitude.
âThank you, Celine. Your support gives me a lot more confidence.â
Celineâs voice took on a theatrical tone.
âThen itâs a deal! You handle that shameless woman for me, and Iâll ensure you secure the position of acting head of the Happer family. Together, weâll be unstoppable!â
Nola observed a proud smile playing at the corner of Celineâs mouth.
Nola smirked. She had successfully cultivated loyalty in Celine. Since her return to the Happer family ten years ago, her strategic friendship with Celine had helped her a lot, with Celine always stepping up to support her whenever the Happer family mistreated her, providing manpower and resources. Much of Nolaâs leverage came directly from Celine.
Nola planned to outwardly use her own resources to confront Harlee while she secretly employed the might of the Cavendish family. She was confident Harlee couldnât withstand it.
With cold, ruthless eyes and a triumphant smile, Nola was sure she could topple Harlee at a momentâs notice.
After climbing into the car, Harlee sat in the backseat, unusually subdued as if under a spell. She sat upright, her gaze sharp and attentive, her elegant fingers lightly tugging at Rhysâ sleeve, yet she said nothing.
Patrick, driving, couldnât help but smirk at the sight in the rearview mirror. He shook his head sharply, focusing on regulating the carâs speed, his grip on the steering wheel tight. He remained silent for a long moment. Unbelievable. He must be dreaming! Was this really Harlee, the one who acted as if the world should cater to her?
Biting his lip, Patrick stole another glance at the pair in the backseat. He shook slightly, and his mouth twitched. If not for the need to stay alert while driving, he would have zoned out completely, tuning out all noise.
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Having witnessed Harleeâs feigned compliance, Patrick found her usual icy demeanor somehow more appealing.
Rhys clasped Harleeâs fidgeting hands, his voice calm as he asked, âSo, whatâs the plan this time that made you stand me up?â
It wasnât the first time Harlee had adopted such a docile guise. Previously, when she had missed their anniversary date due to a last-minute issue, she had used this tactic to mollify Rhys. Back then, Rhys had taken it as a playful part of their celebration.
Harlee nestled into Rhysâ embrace, looking up into his eyes, which sparkled with a hint of amusement. Her gaze intensified slightly, recognizing that this was the look Rhys gave just before he got angry. If she failed to smooth things over, he would hold onto her for endless rounds of sex until he finally calmed down.
Thinking of this, Harlee wrapped her arms tightly around Rhysâ waist, her eyes narrowing into a sweet smile.
âItâs really not my fault this time. Fleming needed me to go to Uwhor University. Heâs worried about a senior he admires whoâs gotten into some trouble, but he doesnât know the details. I had to go myself, and I couldnât let anyone know who I was.â
With a shrug, Harlee added, âI swear, if Fleming didnât ask for favors so rarely, I wouldnât have agreed to help.â
Universities were full of complications, and Harlee wanted to focus solely on resolving her issues with Nola, not getting tangled in further troubles.
âPatrick, head to Uwhor University,â Rhys said coolly.
âYes!â Patrick responded with a shiver, decelerating to update the destination in the navigation system.
Harlee leaned toward Rhys, but before she could speak, his low, teasing voice reached her ear.
âYou know what I want tonight.â
Instantly, Harlee stiffened, and the docile expression vanished from her face. She withdrew her hands and shifted toward the window. Sure enough, this man always desired intimacy.
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