Chapter 1669: Chapter 1669

Chapter 1669:

Without hesitation, Robbie grabbed Cillian’s hand, and they both dashed upstairs, eager to avoid enduring Alina’s “feast.”

In just moments, they had disappeared.

As for Patrick… he had sneaked upstairs while Robbie was speaking. He managed to take a bite of Alina’s food before leaving, signaling that it wasn’t entirely repulsive, but he simply couldn’t stay to eat more due to time constraints.

When Robbie and Cillian arrived upstairs, they found Patrick frantically rinsing his mouth in the bathroom. Exchanging knowing glances, Robbie and Cillian quietly headed to their own rooms. They both sighed in relief, feeling fortunate that they hadn’t eaten any of the food. Now, only Alina and Aldrich remained downstairs.

Alina looked around, slightly puzzled.

“You’re not going to make an excuse?”

“You prepared the meal yourself,” Aldrich replied earnestly. He still had a bottle of the medicine Serena had given him, so he wasn’t in any real danger. He decided it was a good moment to boost Alina’s confidence.

With that thought, Aldrich added, “Actually, you do have a knack for cooking, but maybe you’re just a bit too impulsive. You might want to look at some tutorials and follow the recipes more closely next time.”

Alina was taken aback by his words. As soon as the smell of food hit her, she fully woke up to the realization that she was a terrible cook. To her surprise, Aldrich stayed and even offered words of encouragement.

A wave of emotion surged through Alina’s heart.

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“Okay, okay. I’ll try to follow the recipes more carefully next time. But… let’s skip the flattery. I really just wanted to prepare a nice meal for everyone to enjoy.”

She offered a sweet smile, looking radiant.

Aldrich found himself completely captivated by her sincerity. A similar emotion stirred within him, and he wondered why he hadn’t noticed Alina’s beauty during their rigorous training sessions.

After ensuring Elva was safely back at school and confirming Fleming had deboarded his plane, Harlee and Rhys returned home.

It was eleven o’clock at night when Rhys finished his shower. He found Harlee deeply engrossed in a reality show on the sofa, paying him no attention.

Though Harlee was often deeply absorbed in her activities, Rhys felt an unusual sense of unease this time. He approached her slowly, opting not to sit immediately but instead squatting in front of her, sensing that something was amiss. Harlee set aside her tablet, her lips curling into a slight smile. She looked at him playfully and asked, “You do realize I’m going to settle our score tonight?”

Rhys remained squatting, a twitch at the corner of his mouth. He understood now. Harlee hadn’t dismissed him earlier because she needed a chauffeur—she had planned this confrontation for the evening.

Looking at Harlee, who swung her feet casually, Rhys’ face softened. After a brief silence, he cleared his throat and said, “Lee, I know I was wrong.”

He then knelt down in front of her, a gesture that wasn’t typical for him.

Harlee, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, watched him quietly. A playful smile spread across her lips as she said, “So, you admit you were wrong…”

She paused and then continued slowly, “Then, as punishment, you’ll sleep on this sofa tonight. Any objections?”

“No,” Rhys responded almost instinctively. Lying on his side would still allow him to see Harlee as she slept. He had no complaints. And he knew that if he dared to protest, she might banish him to the study permanently, and no amount of pleading with Felix would change her mind.

Harlee scoffed, amused by Rhys’ apparent satisfaction. She stood up, raised her eyebrows, and casually added, “And there’s a second punishment. You can’t kiss me for the next few days unless I say so. Any objections?”

Rhys swallowed hard. The idea of an ascetic lifestyle for the next few days didn’t appeal to him.

“May I…”

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