Chapter 429: Chapter 429

Chapter 429:

“Okay.” She didn’t take off the coat. Instead, she wrapped it snugly around them both.

Rhys looked down at her with a soft smile, his eyes filled with warmth, admiring how incredible she was.

Their striking appearance caught the eyes of passersby, but Harlee wasn’t fond of the attention. She quickly led Rhys outside, holding his hand. The air was noticeably cooler. Rhys’s hand gripped her shoulder, pulling her close to shield her from the cold.

Harlee never minded the cold, although her hands often felt the chill.

By the time they reached the car, her hands were tinged with red from the cold. Patrick was behind the wheel that day.

Having heard of Harlee’s return, he quickly drove out of the parking lot to meet her.

As soon as Rhys got into the car, he noticed her cold hands and immediately wrapped them in his own for warmth. Rhys’s hands were large enough to completely cover Harlee’s slender fingers.

He instructed Patrick in a firm tone, “Turn up the heater.”

Harlee’s hands were often cold, a result of her childhood when she had been denied food if she didn’t meet Averie’s demands and was forced to kneel in the courtyard at just five years old.

Initially, Harlee didn’t react to Rhys’s gesture of warmth until he asked again, “Do you want to head straight back to the Sanderson family?”

Harlee answered absently, “Let’s check into a hotel to rest before going back.” She looked visibly exhausted, having been deeply involved with the political disruption in Uwhor and the ongoing conflict with Matteo, resulting in several sleepless nights.

Rhys paused briefly.

“Should we head over to Remson Manor?”

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Remson Manor was where Rhys lived.

Harlee didn’t hesitate, knowing it was his place.

“Okay.” She then closed her eyes and leaned against his shoulder, quickly drifting into a light sleep.

Rhys watched her sleep, a surge of protective rage flickering in his eyes as he thought of Matteo, far away in Uwhor.

Carefully, he shifted her to a more comfortable position in his arms, ensuring not to disturb her rest.

Patrick, who was driving, caught a glimpse of them together in the rearview mirror.

Wow! That was fast! He had thought Rhys’s relationship was a simple romance, but clearly, it was deeper than he had assumed. It seemed he would need to start preparing the wedding gift.

Patrick’s driving remained smooth, even on the snow-covered roads.

Harlee was deeply asleep by now.

When they arrived, Patrick parked carefully by the roadside and hurried to open the car door.

“We’re at Remson Manor now.

Do you need help with—”

Before Patrick could finish, Rhys had already wrapped Harlee in his coat and carried her out, barely acknowledging Patrick.

Standing by the car, Patrick slapped his forehead. What was he thinking, offering to help Rhys with Harlee?

Patrick followed Rhys into Remson Manor. Rhys carried Harlee to his bedroom, gently placing her on the bed and carefully arranging the blankets around her.

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