Chapter 1407: Chapter 1407

Chapter 1407:

Rhys didn’t dare call out to Harlee recklessly. He wasn’t sure if she was even there, and if she was, who knew how heavily guarded the place was? So, he proceeded cautiously, checking room by room.

Luckily, it seemed that Lucius had deliberately crafted a traditional setting. Not only were there no guards, but there was also no sign of anyone living in any of the rooms.

Harlee, who had been napping on the bed, heard the faintest sound from outside and instantly snapped awake. Her eyes shot open, her grip tightening on the blanket as her posture stiffened.

The sound grew louder, approaching her, and she instinctively grabbed a pillow, preparing to strike. But before she could make a move, a strikingly handsome face appeared through a crack in the ceiling. Was that Rhys?

Harlee blinked, wondering if her mind was playing tricks on her. She leaned in for a better look, but by the time she focused, the gap in the ceiling was empty. A pang of disappointment washed over her. She smiled softly to herself, letting out a quiet sigh. Maybe it was just her pregnancy hormones. Maybe she was simply craving him, hallucinating his presence.

But then, to her surprise, the voice she had longed for whispered through the air, “Lee.”

Harlee believed that she had misheard. With a start, she looked back and noticed the wooden window by the door was gone. Through the opening came the man she had been missing, climbing in with grace. Slightly pale, Harlee sat on the bed and watched Rhys’ movements while blinking. This wasn’t a hallucination, right?

Still stunned, she watched as Rhys walked toward her with purpose, his arms opening wide to pull her into a warm embrace.

“Lee, I’m sorry I’m late.”

Rhys glanced down at her, his worry evident in his eyes, his voice wavering slightly as he spoke.

Harlee looked up at him, cupping his face in her hands. With a playful smirk, she said, “No, you’re just in time. I haven’t even finished my nap yet!” She didn’t want him to carry the weight of guilt on his shoulders.

Then, almost as if to ground herself, she asked, “Am I at Lucius’ place?”

Despite still being in the same traditional-style room, she had a gut feeling she was still in Baythorn. If she wasn’t at Lucius’ house, she couldn’t be far from it.

“Yes, in his basement,” Rhys answered quickly.

“There’s a hidden passage behind a rockery in the backyard. This place feels like something out of a bygone era. And above, glass windows let in the light.”

Harlee nodded. No wonder she’d felt the warmth of the sun, but something about it had felt off.

Harlee looked at him, her brow furrowing.

“How did you find me? Where’s Lucius? Are there no guards out there?”

Rhys sat on the bed, his hand still resting protectively on Harlee’s waist. His brow furrowed in concern as he spoke.

“When I didn’t hear from you, I had Patrick search everywhere. But we didn’t catch any leads until this morning.”

“You know, I thought Lucius might be the mastermind behind all this?” Harlee leaned against his shoulder, her voice weaker than usual, still shaken by everything.

“Then your grandpa…”

“Yeah, Patrick mentioned the possibility of a mastermind, and I put two and two together. Lucius was probably behind it.”

Rhys’ voice was steady, though low and soothing.

“My grandpa’s likely still in the reception room. He said Lucius was too suspicious, so he told me to find you while he kept Lucius distracted.”

Harlee frowned. He made it sound so simple, but keeping Lucius busy? That was no small feat. And yet… Rhys had just waltzed right in, tearing a window down in the process. With all that noise, no one had noticed?

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