Chapter 306: Chapter 306

Chapter 306:

After all, turning away a meal was not in her nature.

Regarding the veiled confession from the night before, if he chose to act oblivious, she wouldn’t press the matter. They could simply chat about the food instead.

Harlee had slipped into just a camisole beneath her oversized shirt. Now, she self-consciously clutched the shirt closer around her. Rhys, caught off guard, was seeing Harlee in such an unguarded and effortlessly charming state for the first time.

His eyes momentarily traveled down, admiring her long, graceful legs, which caused his features to twist in surprise.

He quickly redirected his gaze upward, but as he was about to speak, his eyes inadvertently rested on the subtle curve of her delicate collarbones just below her neck.

To disguise his discomfort, Rhys hefted the food box and stepped into the room after her as though everything was normal.

“The hotel’s offerings were pretty sparse, so I had Patrick pick up some soup and pasta,” he explained, setting the food out on the table with practiced ease.

Harlee’s eyes lit up at the sight of the spread. She nodded appreciatively and remarked, “I’ll go freshen up first.” She walked away, tying her hair up.

Rhys paused, watching her retreating figure, and absentmindedly replied, “Okay.”

Ten minutes later, Harlee returned, now fully dressed, and sat across from Rhys.

Her eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of the finely chopped herbs floating atop the soup.

“Don’t like the herbs?” Rhys queried, noticing her slight grimace.

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Rhys, still following her every move, quickly intercepted her hand as it reached to remove the herbs. Instinctively, Harlee clasped his hand in return, her face composed.

“No, I don’t.”

Rhys gently let go of her hand, his voice tender.

“I’ve got it. You start with the pasta, and I’ll sort out the herbs for you.”

With a graceful arch of her eyebrow, Harlee relinquished his hand and grasped the fork that lay beside her plate.

A spontaneous smile crept into her eyes without her even realizing it.

While Rhys was busy removing the herbs, he casually inquired, “Planning to head back this afternoon?” He still had his own affairs to attend to in Claelia, yet…

Harlee gave a little shake of her head, tasting the pasta with a thoughtful hum.

“There’s something here I need to fix. You go back first,” she said, her voice slightly muffled.

Rhys’s eyes lit up.

He almost offered to stay and help, but Harlee quickly shifted the focus back to their professional collaboration.

“I’ve spoken to Karina. She will get in touch with your team to finalize the cooperation.”

Rhys placed the bowl of soup, free of herbs, before Harlee.

“Alright, I’ve got it.” A shadow of disappointment briefly clouded his deep eyes, but he held back his words.

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