Chapter 493: Chapter 493

Chapter 493:

Inside the greenhouse, Rhys, ever attentive, pulled out a chair for her and fetched some water for her to wash her hands. The atmosphere was calm and intimate, the evening air perfumed with the subtle scent of flowers.

Moments later, Patrick and Hamilton entered through the small garden door, each balancing a plate in their hands. They placed the dishes on the table with exaggerated precision and, lifting the lids in perfect sync, declared in unison, “Wow, Mr. Green really knows his way around the kitchen!”

Their dramatic display complete, Patrick and Hamilton quickly exited Remson Manor, leaving the two alone.

“How did you learn to cook so many different dishes?” Harlee asked, turning to Rhys as he gently dabbed her hands dry with a towel.

His long fingers brushed against her skin, causing her eyelashes to flutter ever so slightly.

Drawn by his touch, she instinctively leaned closer.

“Only a few,” Rhys replied modestly.

He caught a flicker of weariness in her eyes and, with a tone of concern, asked, “Have you been feeling overly tired lately?”

“Just a bit,” she admitted softly.

Rhys began to massage her shoulders, his touch firm yet soothing.

Harlee murmured in pleasure, the sound resembling that of a contented kitten.

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After about ten minutes, she suggested with a warm smile that they stop and begin their meal.

After a charming candlelit dinner within the luminous confines of the glasshouse, they settled into the gentle sway of a rocking chair.

Breaking the serene silence, Rhys ventured, “Seems like something’s been bothering you.”

Momentarily caught off guard, Harlee’s face brightened with a dismissive grin.

“Oh, just a pair of bothersome fools, hardly worth a second thought.”

Rhys’ expression softened, a faint smile playing on his lips.

“They’re really getting under your skin, huh?”

With a helpless shrug, Harlee’s eyes conveyed what words didn’t.

“Want me to handle them for you?” Rhys offered, his gaze steady as his smile deepened.

“No, that won’t be necessary.” Harlee’s voice was firm. She respected Callie and valued her ties with Belen and Wilton enough not to escalate matters unnecessarily.

Rhys’ eyes shimmered with amusement at her resolute stance.

“Alright, but remember, I’m here to help whenever you’re ready.”

After a thoughtful pause, Harlee nodded.

“Alright.” She had always valued her independence, but Rhys was proving himself reliable, and for once, she didn’t mind letting him step in if needed.

Rhys’ grin was radiant as he drew her closer in the moonlit room.

“Why don’t you stay at Remson Manor tonight?” he murmured.

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