Chapter 769:
âGet the car ready. Weâre heading there.â
Rhys had planned to wait a few more days, intending to formally introduce Harlee to his grandfather when he had more time.
But it seemed Nathanielâs patience had worn thin.
âRight away, sir.â Patrick bowed slightly before leaving to prepare the vehicle.
Half an hour later, in the Green familyâs sprawling mansion, Cullen walked from the living room carrying two steaming cups of coffee. Just as he reached the door to the study, Rhys appeared, strolling in from the hall.
With a broad smile, Cullen greeted Rhys, his voice warm.
âMr. Green, itâs been a while.â
Rhys gave a slight nod.
âHello, Cullen.â
Cullen gave Rhys a quick once-over, his sharp eyes catching Rhysâ hurried pace.
A mischievous glint sparkled in his gaze as he teased, âAre you here to see your grandpa or your girlfriend?â
Rhys responded calmly, âWhat do you think?â
Before Cullen could reply, a deep, gravelly voice echoed from within the study.
âRhys, come right up here.â
Rhys stepped into the study, with Cullen following behind, carrying the two cups of coffee.
Inside, Harlee and Nathaniel sat across from each other, absorbed in a game of backgammon.
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Deep in thought, Nathaniel held a black piece in his hand, weighing his next move. While it was clear Nathaniel was playing from behind in this game, on the surface, it appeared he had the upper hand.
Neither Harlee nor Nathaniel acknowledged Cullen and Rhys.
Ever the tactful one, Cullen placed the cups of coffee on the table and stood behind Nathaniel.
Rhys glanced at his grandfather before walking to Harleeâs side and sitting beside her.
Nathaniel lifted his gaze from the board and looked at Rhys.
He snorted at Rhysâ lack of a greeting upon entering the room.
A few moves later, Harleeâs white pieces on the board had crumbled, no longer holding the advantage they once had. Nathaniel stroked his freshly shaved beard, a subtle smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
While it wasnât exactly something to brag about, there was a certain smug satisfaction in outmaneuvering his grandsonâs girlfriend right in front of him. It was a small victory that fueled his pride. Yet, to show some degree of respect for Harlee, Nathaniel bit his tongue, holding back just a little.
âRhys, check this out. Looks like Iâm about to win this game,â Nathaniel said, with a slight gleam of pride in his voice.
Standing behind Nathaniel, Cullen glanced over the board with a sly smile curling his lips. Nathanielâs black pieces had decisively turned the tide, pushing the white pieces into a hopeless corner.
Unbothered, Rhys glanced at his grandfather and then casually used a fork to feed a grape to Harlee, his actions cool and composed.
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