Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You’re A Zillionaire Heiress

Chapter 1193:

As time sluggishly passed, Rhys kept drifting aimlessly, not making his way to the Green family estate.

Harlee wasn’t sure how much time had elapsed, only that her hands on the steering wheel were starting to shake.

Without warning, her phone began vibrating nonstop in her pocket.

At first, Harlee hesitated to answer, but then she recalled that Rhys had taken his phone with him when he left. It could be him calling.

She carefully pulled the phone from her pocket while keeping her driving steady.

Her heart raced when she saw the caller ID. She quickly pressed the answer button, her voice cautious.

“Rhys?”

“It’s me.” Rhys’ deep voice filled her ears, causing her heart to flutter.

Hearing his voice, tears welled up in Harlee’s eyes. She abruptly hit the brakes and pulled over to the side of the road. In the end, the experience of witnessing starlight in the midst of despair turned out to be incredibly beautiful.

Harlee shut her eyes momentarily, fighting to control the swirl of emotions threatening to break free. She forced her voice to sound calm and asked, “What’s the matter?”

The silence on the other end of the line was deafening.

A knot tightened in Harlee’s stomach. Just as she opened her mouth to speak again, Rhys’ low voice sliced through the silence.

“So, are you still planning to keep following me?”

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Her grip on the phone slackened, and it almost slipped from her ear. She quickly tightened her hold, trying to maintain an air of composure.

“What… What do you mean?”

Rhys wasn’t fooled by her.

He sighed.

“Harlee, I might have lost my memories, but my intelligence is still intact.”

He knew from the moment he left Remson Manor that she was following him in a car.noveldrama

Harlee fell into a heavy silence. She had convinced herself that Rhys was calling to say he wanted to come back with her.

Clearly, she had read too much into it.

Harlee closed her eyes in frustration as tears slid down her cheeks. She dug her nails into her palms to keep herself composed, took a deep breath, and was about to respond when her car door suddenly swung open. She froze, like a deer caught in headlights.

Without missing a beat, Rhys slid into the passenger seat beside her.

He glanced at her, his brow furrowing in confusion.

“Have you been crying?”

He had never seen her cry before.

Harlee stiffened, snatching a tissue to quickly wipe her face.

“It’s nothing. My eyes are sore from staring for too long.”

“Is that so?” Rhys’ voice held a hint of skepticism at first, but then his hand reached out, gently cupping her face, his eyes locking onto hers.

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