Chapter 451: Chapter 451

Chapter 451:

Does it not break your heart?”

Rhys smiled at her and replied, “If it wins your heart, it’s entirely worth it.”

Harlee pulled out the document for 100% shares of the Underground City in Uwhor and signed it with a flourish.

“I like this place!” she said, her signature bold and confident.

Rhys was reviewing other Uwhor properties, scanning through the documents.

“Do any of these catch your eye? Maybe this one or that one?”

Circling Rhys’ neck with her arms, Harlee pulled him close and sealed his lips with hers. In a seductive whisper, she teased, “If you hand over everything now, what surprises will you have left for the holidays, my dear boyfriend?”

The term “dear boyfriend” left Rhys captivated.

He responded by wrapping his strong hands around her waist, effortlessly lifting her onto the desk as their gazes locked in a magnetic exchange.

“You truly have a way with me, Harlee!”

Harlee’s smile was coy.

“Oh? I haven’t even tried my best yet.

Are you sure you can handle it?”

She playfully tilted Rhys’ chin upward, locking eyes with him.

“Remember, you said we’d wait until the wedding day. Keep holding back.”

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Rhys was utterly charmed, spellbound by Harlee’s allure. She seemed like a divine temptress, effortlessly capturing him with a flick of her wrist.

He drew her close, and their kiss ignited, a fervent clash of equals.

At that moment, Rhys’ embrace was commanding and cautious, and Harlee was increasingly caught up in the intensity. Their moment, however, was abruptly cut short. The persistent ringing of the doorbell echoed, as if the person outside never grew tired.

With a playful grin, Harlee dabbed at Rhys’ mouth.

“Perhaps you should vent your frustration on Patrick?” Rhys, momentarily lost for words, presumed Patrick was the persistent caller.

He strode to the door with a noticeably grim expression.

The door clicked open, and instead of Patrick, Rhys was greeted by Nathaniel’s beaming face. Upon seeing his grandson’s less-than-thrilled expression, Nathaniel tapped Rhys’ shin with his cane.

“What’s with the long face? Isn’t your grandfather a welcome sight?”

A flicker of surprise crossed Rhys’ eyes, but his expression remained dark.

“Of course, happy to see you,” he replied dryly.

Just as Nathaniel raised his cane once more, Rhys added, “Inside, you’ll find the woman who’s about to become your granddaughter-in-law.”

The cane halted mid-swing, and a bright smile spread across Nathaniel’s face.

“Oh, Rhys, have I stumbled upon a delicate moment?”

A stern glance from Rhys was all the confirmation Nathaniel needed. Torn between his eagerness to meet his future granddaughter-in-law and preserving his grandson’s private moment, Nathaniel prioritized the latter, envisioning future family additions.

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