Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 214

After promising Anastasia, Logan had no choice but to steel himself and step into the study.

Harrison glanced up from his paperwork. “What is it?”

Logan cleared his throat. “Ahem, there’s something I need to report to Mr. Harrison Lancaster…”

Harrison listened as he spoke, then frowned. “These sorts of minor issues—just let the team handle them.”

As he spoke, Harrison capped his pen and got ready to leave.

Seeing this, Logan hurriedly added, “There’s something else, sir!”

Harrison, who had started to rise, paused and sat back down, giving Logan a look. “Go on.”

Logan rattled off a few more matters—nothing earth-shattering, but not exactly trivial either. The sort of issues that would put middle management in a bind.

At first, Harrison only half-listened, his mind elsewhere. But as Logan continued, Harrison suddenly stopped short, his piercing gaze fixing on him.

Logan felt his scalp prickle. He pretended not to notice and kept on with his report.

“Logan.” Harrison’s voice cut through the air.

“Mr. Harrison Lancaster!” Logan straightened up immediately.

“Are you telling me you can’t even handle these routine matters?” Harrison’s tone was cool, almost casual. “Or is this your way of reminding me that I need to find someone new for your position?”

“N-no, sir, that’s not—”

Under the weight of Harrison’s stare, Logan could barely raise his head.

Harrison checked the time and stood, clearly intending to head upstairs.

Panic rising, Logan instinctively blocked his path. “Mr. Harrison Lancaster—”

“Is there something else?” Harrison’s eyes were cold and fathomless.

Sweat broke out on Logan’s forehead. “N-no, sir…”

All of a sudden, something dawned on Harrison. His expression darkened in an instant. He shoved Logan aside and strode purposefully toward the master bedroom.

“Come with me, darling!” she said, eyes twinkling. “I have a surprise for you!”

Harrison was still reeling from the relief of seeing her there, not gone, letting himself be pulled along.

Then his gaze landed on the dining table, and he stopped short.

The sight of Anastasia in her apron, her eager and hopeful face—suddenly, a wild idea took root in his mind.

He asked, voice tense, “Did you…?”

“I made it!” Anastasia said proudly, lifting her chin as she led him over.

Up close, the dishes looked rather modest compared to what the family chef usually prepared. She grew a little self-conscious, worried he’d turn up his nose, and hurried to explain, “I haven’t been learning long, so this was really tough for me. But the head chef at the hotel said I’m pretty talented for a beginner!”

“The head chef at the hotel…?”

“Yeah!” She hugged him, looking up into his eyes. “Darling, I have to confess—I skipped all my electives the past few days and snuck off to the hotel to learn how to cook…”