Celestial Queen: Revenge Is Sweet When You’re A Zillionaire Heiress

Chapter 1640:

Rhys struggled to contain a chuckle, leaning in to whisper, “Don’t worry, honey. I’ll exercise enough restraint to make sure you don’t wake up overwhelmed by soreness tomorrow.”

The next moment, Rhys felt a sharp pain in his stomach. Looking down, he saw Harlee’s fist planted firmly against him. Clutching her fist, he let out an affectionate, resigned smile. It was fine. He’d coax her tonight.noveldrama

Seated in the last row of Uwhor University’s auditorium, Harlee placed a library book on the table, propped her face on one hand, and focused intently on a game on her phone.

Observers around the room stole glances at her, their curiosity barely concealed.

It was inevitable. Harlee’s stunning beauty made her an unmistakable presence, the most captivating sight in the entire auditorium, drawing everyone’s attention.

Growing bored, Harlee flipped through the library book, her expression stoic, radiating an aura that kept strangers at bay.

Even though students from Uwhor University were intrigued, none dared approach her.

Suddenly, a figure cut through the crowd and took the seat next to Harlee, setting down notebooks and materials before turning to her and asking, “Is it okay if I sit here?”

The person who sat down was none other than Elva Patterson, the senior Fleming had mentioned. Dressed in a black strapless leather dress and high-heeled boots, her simple yet meticulous makeup added to her carefree, yet aloof demeanor.

As soon as Elva entered, the atmosphere in the auditorium shifted. Whispers filled the air, laced with undertones of disgust and disdain directed at Elva.

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Recently, rumors had circulated around the campus, painting Elva as promiscuous and alleging that she used relationships to gain access to the school’s laboratory and publish papers in the field of pharmacy. Consequently, she had been shunned.

Even Harlee, seated next to Elva, received judgmental looks from some onlookers, as those associated with Elva were considered no good.

Harlee set down her book, her gaze meeting Elva’s, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes.

“Sure,” she responded calmly.

Harlee had thought she would need to spend some time searching for Elva, Fleming’s crush, yet here Elva was, taking the initiative to approach her. It seemed her luck was in today.

Elva glanced at Harlee, her expression void of warmth. She gestured to the surrounding scrutiny and the accusatory comments, her voice steady yet icy.

“Are you sure you’re okay with them looking at us like this?”

Harlee smiled reassuringly and said, “Yes, I don’t see any issue with it.”

The discussions around them were loud, and Harlee had naturally heard the gossip. Instead of entertaining the idea of leaving, Harlee found herself intrigued by Elva’s impressive resilience. Despite the harsh words thrown her way, Elva maintained her composure and even showed up for lectures, displaying no interest in retaliating against the gossipers. Her cool demeanor was admirable, and Harlee appreciated that.

Elva leaned in closer, the chill in her demeanor thawing as she began to speak more openly.

“I really like you. My name is Elva Patterson. What’s yours?” Her tone was candid, almost protective.

“Don’t worry about them. If anyone bothers you, I’ve got your back.”

Elva was quite the talker once she warmed up.

Harlee heard Elva’s torrent of words, her head tilted slightly, her hand tapping rhythmically. She introduced herself with a serene depth in her voice.

“Harlee Sanderson.”

“Sanderson?” Elva’s face lit up with excitement.

“That’s a coincidence—one of my former juniors was also named Sanderson.”

Harlee curved one side of her lips into a half-smile, leaned back in her chair, and remained silent. She opted against revealing she was Fleming’s sister. Due to the persistent rumors, Elva had become isolated from her peers and was now especially talkative and affable.

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