Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 212

Logan and the manager both stared in utter disbelief, eyes wide as saucers.

Harrison’s impending explosion of rage seemed to freeze in midair, suspended and unresolved.

In the center of the room stood a lone chair, and tied to it was a man.

The poor guy wore nothing but a pair of painfully bright boxers, his face swollen and bruised beyond recognition, snot and tears streaming down his cheeks. A sock had been stuffed in his mouth, and he whimpered in pure despair.

And right in front of him—a phone propped up, broadcasting the whole sorry scene live to the world.

Wait. Was this the infamous “other man”?

Logan and the manager shifted their dazed, stunned gazes to Anastasia.

Even Harrison turned, his eyes narrowing as he took in the bizarre tableau.

Anastasia’s mind went blank. She darted forward, heart racing, and the first thing she did was snatch up the phone and kill the livestream.

Then, without missing a beat, she spun around and dove into Harrison’s arms. “Honey, you’re finally here! I was so scared!”

Logan: “What?”

Manager: “Excuse me?”

Samuel, tied to the chair: “Mmmph! Mmmph!”

Even Harrison, who’d weathered more than his share of chaos, was struck speechless for a moment.

He glanced at Samuel—whose face was so battered even his own mother might not recognize him—then looked down at the unscathed girl clinging to his waist.

“What were you scared of?” he asked.

“Someone tried to hurt me! If I hadn’t fought back, who knows what would’ve happened…” Anastasia wailed, tears threatening to spill.

The others exchanged looks, speechless.

Samuel squeezed his swollen eyes shut, two fat tears escaping down his bruised cheeks. He tried to speak, but every breath just pressed the foul taste of the sock deeper into his throat, making him gag and roll his eyes back in near-mortal agony.

“Honey, I don’t want to stay here anymore. Let’s just go home, okay?” Anastasia wrapped her arms around Harrison’s waist, desperate to escape.

His voice, emotionless and low, sounded above her. “Ana, if I ever had to leave this world… would you come with me?”

Anastasia froze, her blood running cold. The car fell into a heavy, suffocating silence.

Logan, just getting in after sorting out Samuel, heard the question and felt a chill run down his spine, forgetting to breathe for a moment.

Anastasia fell silent, stunned. Harrison must have thought he’d scared her, because a bitter, mocking smile tugged at his lips. But before he could say another word, the girl flung herself into his arms, holding him so tightly it was as if she was terrified he’d disappear.

“You’re not going anywhere!” Anastasia choked out, her voice trembling with barely suppressed tears. “You’re going to live a long, long life—and I’ll be by your side, every step of the way!”

She knew she could save him, but that didn’t matter. Just hearing him say something like that made her heart twist with fear and pain.

“Please, don’t say things like that… okay?”

Harrison’s heart clenched. His hand stilled in her hair.

The fear, the plea, the helplessness in her voice—so real, so overwhelming—washed away every last trace of the anger he’d carried with him. In that moment, it vanished, leaving only quiet.