Chapter 808:
He had promised to wait until marriageâ¦
He tenderly kissed her forehead and said, âI wonât break my promise.â
Harlee was taken aback. She hadnât expected him to hold back just to keep his promise to her.
Her lips curved into a joyful smile, and she suggested, âWe can do it once weâre engaged. That wouldnât be breaking your promise.â
The thought reignited Rhysâ passion. Worried he might give in to his impulses, he decided it was best to leave.
As the door shut behind him, Harlee couldnât help but laugh. She thought her man was simply too endearing!
Half an hour later, Rhys returned with the snack he had prepared.
Harlee put aside her phone, looking intrigued.
âIt smells wonderful. Whatâs the snack tonight?â
Rhys answered, âYour favorite noodles.
And Iâve ordered coffee. It should be here in ten minutes.â
Harleeâs eyes sparkled with anticipation.
He always seemed to know exactly what she was in the mood for.
She took the bowl and savored a bite.
âItâs delicious. You should have some too.â
She scooped up some noodles and held them up to Rhysâ mouth, her eyebrows raised encouragingly.
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Rhys typically didnât eat before bed, but he found it hard to resist when Harlee was the one offering.
Watching him eat, Harlee asked, âHow is it? Fun to have a late-night snack, right?â
Rhys responded, âItâs even better when youâre the one feeding me.â
Harleeâs lips curled affectionately.
âAlright, Iâll feed you.â
Eventually, they finished the large bowl of noodles together.
The mood was warm and intimate, yet they chose not to take things further.
The following morning, Patrickâs eyes widened as he surveyed the banquet spread across the dining table, a feast fit for royalty.
He wondered if Rhys was expecting additional company.
He and Hamilton had already eaten earlier.
Even if invited to partake, there was no way they could make a dent in the sheer abundance of food before them.
Hamilton broke the silence, asking, âMr. Green, are you expecting some important guest at Remson Manor?â
Harlee surveyed the table laden with luxurious dishes, a pleased smile on her face.
Catching Hamiltonâs and Patrickâs astonished stares, she calmly responded, âThis is all for me.â
Both Hamilton and Patrick exchanged surprised glances, trying to suppress their shock. So, Rhys had prepared all of this for Harlee.
Even if she sampled only a dozen platters and took a bite from each, it wasnât their place to comment.
After all, Rhys indulged her whims without question.
Just then, Rhys emerged from the kitchen, placing a steaming bowl of soup in front of Harlee.
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