Chapter 750: Chapter 750

Chapter 750:

Harlee returned to the grandeur of Remson Manor, where she collapsed into the soft embrace of her bed and drifted off into a deep, immediate sleep. Upon waking in the stark loneliness of the next morning, she lay back, eyes tracing the patterns on the ceiling, her mind swirling with strategic possibilities.

After a contemplative silence, her features hardened, and her lips quivered slightly.

“It’s not just my own family standing in the way of Rhys and me. The Green family is also on the front lines of opposition, especially Belinda, whose quarrel with my mother has only fanned the flames…”

This brooding thought cast a shadow over Harlee’s already somber demeanor. She had initially planned to visit the Green family once her studio was well-established in Baythorn, but the swift approval Rhys received from the Sanderson family had caught her off guard.

Just then, a soft tapping resonated at the door.

Harlee’s eyelashes quivered subtly as she whispered, “Ree, please come in.” Her voice, though slightly raspy from just waking, carried a gentle, soothing quality that enveloped the room in its sweetness.

Rhys eased the door open, his lips curved in a mischievous grin.

“Your favorite breakfast is waiting for you.

Come on. It’s time to get up!” he said with a playful tone.

Harlee’s eyes sparkled with anticipation at the thought of breakfast, and she eagerly cast aside her bedcovers, hopping out of bed to slip into her shoes.

“I need a moment to freshen up,” she announced.

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As she moved toward the bathroom, Rhys encircled her waist from behind, resting his cheek softly against her shoulder.

“Lee, I truly wish to marry you,” he whispered, his voice soft and soothing, carrying a mellow, husky quality.

Harlee’s heart fluttered, and impulsively, she beamed and replied, “Take me to your parents’ place.”

Rhys froze, taken aback for a moment.

“What?”

Harlee lifted her gaze and looped her arms around his neck, her eyes gleaming playfully.

“Didn’t you mention you wanted to marry me?”

“I do, even in my wildest dreams,” Rhys confessed, his tone gentle and filled with emotion.

She grinned broadly, rising on her toes, her smile turning into a mischievous smirk. She then drew closer, murmuring into his ear with a coy yet playful tone, “It’s not just my parents and brothers who oppose us, you realize.”

Rhys caught her implication instantly. She was planning to…

A rush of warmth flooded Rhys’ heart.

He enveloped her in a firm hug, lifting her slightly off the ground.

“Lee, I appreciate it,” he said, his tone warm with thankfulness.

Given his current standing, he knew he could marry the woman he loved, regardless of his parents’ opinions.

Harlee, given her talents and background, could have chosen any partner without the burden of appeasing in-laws.

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