Chapter 1490:
Seated in the back seat, Harlee rested her chin on her hand. She lazily lifted her baseball cap, revealing sleepy eyes, then pursed her lips and murmured, âYou are not visiting as Clintâs girlfriend. You are visiting as my friend, so there is no need to be nervous.â
Tiffany froze, her face flushing a deep red.
âHarlee, what are you talking about? We⦠Clint and I are just friends.â
Rhys quietly slid his arm around Harleeâs waist to provide her with a comfortable spot to lean against. His eyes lowered, a playful smile tugging at his lips.
Rhys finally understood why Harlee had mentioned visiting the set several times on the plane. At first, he had assumed she was simply intrigued by the entertainment industry. However, what he hadnât expected was that Harleeâs true intention was to play matchmaker, hoping to bring Tiffany and Clint together.
Clint and Brenton were riding in another car, and Rhys was entirely uninterested in such things. Therefore, Harlee had no reservations and decided to answer Tiffany directly.
Harlee tilted her head, her lips curling into a sly smile.
ââFriends,â huh? Are you sure youâre not even considering taking things to the next level?â
Tiffanyâs response was swift and firm.
âHarlee, I know you made this movie with the hope of bringing Clint and me together, but we are just friends. There is no chance of it going further.â
Tiffany knew her place. She understood that if it werenât for her acting talent, she wouldnât even have the privilege of being in Clintâs orbit. Harleeâs eyes narrowed as she studied Tiffanyâs serious expression. Without warning, she reached out and pinched Tiffanyâs cheek. Her smile widened, and her eyes sparkled with confidence.
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âI trust my judgment.â
Tiffany froze, startled by Harleeâs boldness. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but before the words could leave her lips, Harlee tugged her baseball cap back down, her eyes heavy with the weight of sleep.
In the end, Tiffany kept her thoughts to herself. Harlee seemed so sure of herself. But perhaps this time might be the exception.
At the Sanderson familyâs estate, two cars pulled into the parking lot, one after the other. Harlee, Rhys, and Tiffany were the first to step out of the car. Too lazy to wait for anyone else, Harlee made a beeline for the main house. As if by instinct, Rhys followed closely behind her. Feeling awkward at the thought of waiting for Clint and Brenton alone, Tiffany quickly trailed after Harlee and Rhys into the house.
Inside the main houseâs cozy living room, Nathaniel cradled Felix, his arms tight around the baby, as though he couldnât bear to part with him. On either side of Felix sat Lonnie and Skyla, each holding a toy, their faces soft with affection as they played with the baby.
The servants had already prepared tea, snacks, and the ingredients for the barbecue.
Skylaâs gaze shifted to Tiffany as she entered, and a subtle smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Though they had met a few times, their conversations had always been brief. If Harlee hadnât mentioned the situation between Tiffany and Clint, Skyla might not have believed that this beautiful woman could feel so insecure. After feeling she wasnât a good fit for Clint, Tiffany began holding her emotions in check, determined not to let herself sink too deeply into the pull of her feelings.
Such restraint and quiet devotion were truly admirable. If Skyla had been in Tiffanyâs shoes, she would have tossed aside those far-fetched notions long ago and followed her heart without a second thought.
Tiffany felt the weight of Skylaâs subtle gaze as she stepped into the room. Mustering a polite smile, she greeted them warmly.
âHi, Nathaniel, Lonnie, Skyla.â
Lonnie, who had heard Skyla mention Tiffany more than once, had pieced together that she was the woman Clint loved. His expression softened, and his tone turned welcoming.
âPlease, have a seat. Make yourself at home.â
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