Chapter 233: Chapter 233

Chapter 233:

“It’s fine, really. I never held it against you. Just be more thoughtful in the future, okay?” She wasn’t one for lengthy speeches.

“We’re family, after all. Let’s just move on,” she added, her steady gaze locking with Fletcher’s as a soft smile played at the corners of her mouth.

Fletcher nodded earnestly, taking in her words.

After finishing breakfast, Harlee prepared to visit Baythorn University, aiming to get acquainted with the location.

Fletcher offered her a ride.

“Alright,” she said without hesitation, grateful for his offer.

Standing near a sleek Maserati parked outside the Sanderson family estate, Kane, who had been waiting for Fletcher, anxiously watched the siblings walking out together.

So, Harlee and Fletcher had patched things up, had they? Kane exhaled a sigh of relief.

“Siblings really don’t stay mad at each other for long, do they?”

Nearby, the family chauffeur, Fuller Archer, nodded in agreement.

“Family bonds are different. Unlike Etta, who seems to force every connection she makes!”

Etta’s constant demands and sharp tone had long grated on Fuller, contrasting sharply with the genuine interactions within the Sanderson family.

“You got it exactly right.

Genuine connections just sparkle without any effort,” Kane said, flashing a confident grin.

Lᴀτєѕτ chⲁρτєrs ιn g𝓪l𝗇ovєls.𝑎𝓂

As Fuller and Kane continued their conversation, Harlee and Fletcher stopped before the car.

“Good morning, Miss Sanderson, Mr. Sanderson.” Kane greeted them warmly and then turned to Fletcher.

“Mr. Sanderson, will you be escorting Miss Sanderson to the university?”

With a confirming nod, Fletcher swung the passenger door open.

Harlee, with a soft smile, gracefully stepped into the car.

On the road, the recent discourse between their parents crossed Fletcher’s mind.

He stole a glance at Harlee, who seemed lost in thought.

“So, Harlee, what’s your take on Rhys?” Fletcher inquired, breaking the silence and catching her slightly off-guard.

Reflecting on her recent exchanges with Rhys, Harlee gave a slight nod.

“He’s alright.” Rhys’ presence was always timely, especially when she needed support.

He was dutiful, skilled, and composed. If he would consent to a contractual marriage, it would be ideal.

Fletcher caught the subtle smile that surfaced on her face as she spoke of Rhys.

He kept his gaze fixed forward, his dark eyes impenetrable like the depths of a well, concealing his thoughts.

Harlee turned to him, her curiosity piqued.

“Why do you suddenly want to know?”

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