Chapter 432: Chapter 432

Chapter 432:

Next to Brenton, Kareem wore a contrasting expression, his face sporting a teasing smile.

“Take it easy, Brenton. If Rhys is the one Harlee chooses, what can your disapproval really do?”

Brenton’s irritation remained untouched by the remark. Turning away from the scene before them, his voice was cold.

“How is that man worthy of our Harlee?”

Kareem’s smile grew wider, but it quickly faded as his expression shifted in response to the scene before them. Rhys boldly kissed Harlee on the cheek right in front of them! The audacity of such a public display!

Noticing Kareem’s expression shift in an instant, Brenton teased, “Not happy with your future brother-in-law? Is a simple kiss on the cheek too much for you to handle?”

A moment later, Kareem said, “He behaves so familiarly without our approval.

He’s out of line!”

Unaware of the rising tempers behind them, Rhys and Harlee were absorbed in their tender moment. Rhys, touching her cheek softly, his voice resonant, asked, “Will you be at the Spheredale gala this year?”

“Why?” Harlee asked.

Rhys’s gaze softened, his lips curving in a knowing smile.

“I’ll go if you’re going.”

At these words, Harlee lowered her head and chuckled, concealing the warmth in her eyes. She nodded and said, “I should go. My mom has mentioned it a few times. It seems she really wants me to attend.”

Lɒtєѕτ cнαρτєrs ιn g𝓪l𝑛ovєl𝑆.𝑐oм

Rhys’s eyes lingered on her affectionately.

“Alright, then we’ll see each other tonight.”

After a few more words, Harlee exited the Bentley and headed for the villa entrance. She caught sight of the SUV behind her, choosing to ignore it as she walked inside. She shook her head slightly, reflecting on how tiresome her brother’s constant care could sometimes be.

Behind her, the SUV honked loudly to ensure Rhys noticed its presence, as Kareem aggressively drove it into the front yard.

Brenton twisted to look back, his expression skeptical.

“Aren’t you going down to teach him a lesson?”

Kareem responded calmly, “Let it be.

He’ll come to us soon enough.”

In the Sanderson family’s cozy living room, Lonnie was comfortably nestled on the sofa, meticulously brewing tea, while Skyla worked at a charming side table, delicately arranging a bouquet.

“Mom, Dad,” Harlee’s voice gently broke the silence as she entered the room.

Lonnie lifted his gaze, his eyes radiating warmth.

“Sweetie, you’re back?”

At the sound of Harlee’s voice, Skyla ceased her floral endeavors and moved swiftly toward her.

“Harlee, your timing couldn’t be better! Would you join me at the Spheredale gala tonight?” she asked, her voice filled with excitement.

As Skyla spoke, she opened her arms wide and enveloped Harlee in a tender embrace.

Harlee’s eyelashes fluttered softly as she murmured, “Sure.” Internally, she let out a sigh.

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