Chapter 431: Chapter 431

Chapter 431:

Could this really be his boss, who typically kept his hands clean of household chores?

Perhaps Patrick’s astonishment was too obvious, causing Rhys to glance over and nod, indicating for Patrick to come inside. Patrick quickly snapped out of his daze.

He approached, and upon seeing Rhys cooking with impressive skill despite the dark circles under his eyes, he was so shocked that he nearly lost his balance.

“Mr. Green, did you really stay up all night cooking? That’s some dedication to get dark circles like those.” Patrick then lowered his voice, cautious of being overheard.

“Your efforts to win Miss Sanderson are nothing short of extraordinary!”

Rhys made a slight gesture with his hand, hinting at what he would have done to Patrick if he weren’t so particular about cleanliness.

“Take the documents to the study and then leave.” Rhys’s directive was sharp, cutting off any opportunity for Patrick to linger.

With an uneasy stride, Patrick quickly placed the papers on the desk in the study and exited the villa, not daring to glance back.

Downstairs, Rhys carefully prepared breakfast. Upstairs, Harlee was just awakening from a deep sleep—the deepest she had enjoyed in a long time, unburdened by worries.

Blinking slowly, she scanned the unfamiliar room, a brief flicker of confusion crossing her face.

As clarity returned, she realized she was in Rhys’s bedroom. The room’s minimalist decor in shades of black, white, and gray resonated with her taste. Stretching out, she enjoyed the rare sensation of waking up refreshed in a strange place, a comfort she hadn’t known for years.

Rhys’s room featured a large window that offered a panoramic view of the garden covered in snow.

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After pulling back the curtains and taking in the snowy garden, Harlee proceeded to the bathroom for a quick freshen-up.

Thinking to return the gesture, Harlee planned to head downstairs to prepare breakfast for Rhys.

However, as she reached the bottom of the stairs, the savory scent of bone broth filled the air, pausing her in her tracks with a soft chuckle. They were truly on the same wavelength.

Rhys, hearing her approach, turned and said softly, “You’re up? Breakfast will be ready in a moment.”

“Okay.”

Harlee quickened her steps and sat at the dining table, taken aback by the scene unfolding in the kitchen.

“You can cook?”

As Rhys plated the breakfast, he replied, “I learned a few things cooking alongside my grandmother when I was young.”

Fifteen minutes later, Harlee was utterly impressed. The man before her was not only remarkable in many ways, but his culinary skills significantly outshone her own.

While the winter air outside was cold, the interior was bathed in warmth and comfort.

Two hours later, an elegant black Bentley halted in front of the Sanderson family villa. Inside, Rhys assisted Harlee with her seatbelt.

A short distance away, a Brabus SUV parked quietly.

Brenton, donning gold-rimmed glasses, sat looking through the passenger window, his gaze fixed on the Bentley with visible irritation.

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