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

Chapter 1038:

“They’re likely alive, but trapped in a waking nightmare,” Harlee voiced her speculation flatly.

“That’s why I said you and Rhys are so alike,” Tonya nodded.

“Over the past week, he shot those traitors and Matteo with poisoned bullets fourteen times.

Each time, he called in the best doctors to keep them alive. When I went to see them, not a single part of their bodies was left unharmed.”

Rhys shot those evil individuals twice a day.

His ruthlessness was quite something. If it weren’t for Anika’s presence in the picture, Harlee and Rhys might have been the perfect pair.

Lying on her bed, Harlee listened as Tonya described recent events.

Her thoughts grew heavy as she wondered how she should face Rhys.

Later, Harlee sang a lullaby to help Tonya drift off to sleep. Watching her friend’s weary face, Harlee also nodded off. When Harlee awoke, darkness had fallen, and Tonya was nowhere in sight.

Feeling her stomach grumble, Harlee picked up her phone to order some food.

Just then, a delicious aroma wafted in.

Harlee looked up to see Rhys entering in a sharp suit, trailed by a line of top chefs carrying covered platters.

Rhys approached her bedside, while the chefs unveiled their dishes in sequence. Roasted lamb with red wine glaze, shrimp dumplings, hearty soup…

Harlee’s stomach growled even more as she looked at the aromatic dishes, but her expression fell. None of it, save for a simple bowl of seafood porridge, was suitable for her condition. Worse, the seafood porridge was plain, stripped even of its seafood flavor.

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“You can eat it yourself,” Harlee stated coolly.

Rhys lifted his hand slightly, prompting someone to enter and prepare the dining table without delay. One by one, the chefs arranged the dishes before quietly exiting the room. Once everything was ready, a faint smile tugged at his lips.

“Sharing a meal with you is always enjoyable.”

The two of them communicated as effortlessly as they had three years ago, their actions and words naturally in sync, needing no explanation.

Harlee remained silent. If her hand wasn’t throbbing with pain, if her left fingers weren’t immobilized, she’d have overturned the table without hesitation.

But for now, the porridge was surprisingly satisfying, and she savored every bit of it.

Across from Harlee, Rhys—typically refined and silent in his eating habits—made exaggerated slurping sounds, loudly complimenting each dish as though he were trying to provoke her.

Harlee’s expression hardened. Tossing her spoon into the bowl, she shot him a sharp glare.

“What are you playing at?” Her eyes, cold and questioning, searched his face.

Unbothered, Rhys returned a disarming smile, unapologetic.

“Nothing. I just hope you’ll cherish your health more. Otherwise, you’ll be stuck sipping porridge while I indulge in the feast.”

Harlee clenched her fists, barely suppressing her frustration.

Did he have to rub it in every chance he got? She slammed her hand against the table, locking eyes with him, her voice sharp.noveldrama

“What do you want? To humiliate me? Or are you toying with Anika’s feelings?”

“Finish it while it’s warm. Porridge isn’t worth eating cold.” Rhys dismissed her accusations effortlessly, steering the conversation away.

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