Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 223

At this point, if she didn’t buy the dress, the carefully crafted persona she’d worked so hard to maintain would unravel in an instant.

“I…”

“Excuse me! Coming through, please!”

Suddenly, two teams of staff members walked over and opened the display case, carefully removing the dress inside.

“Huh? What’s going on?”

“Sorry, everyone, but this dress has already been spoken for!” one of the staff announced with a polite smile, and the group carried the dress away with utmost care.

The crowd froze in surprise.

“Already spoken for? Who bought it?”

“There aren’t many people in Fairhaven who could afford something like that. I guess we’ll find out soon enough.”

Everyone began whispering, and at last, the attention that had been fixated on Alice faded away.

Alice let out a silent sigh of relief.

A few of her followers grumbled in disappointment. “Oh no, just a minute slower and it would’ve been yours, Alice!”

Sandra narrowed her eyes at Alice, her suspicions clearly still lingering.

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In the lounge—

“Mr. Harrison Lancaster, here’s the dress for your wife!” Bing said proudly. “It was tailored exactly to her measurements. It’ll show off her beauty perfectly—”

He glanced at Anastasia. “Actually, to be honest, Mrs. Lancaster is flawless as it is, but this gown will simply make her even more dazzling—unforgettable, truly.”

Anastasia blinked. So this was the legendary Master Bing, and even he knew how to flatter?

She was still silently scoffing when the staff brought in the dress. Instinctively, she turned to look—and her breath caught in her throat.

Lowering her head, she buried her face in his chest, rubbing against him with happiness. She repeated, “I really love it!”

Then, as if a thought struck her, she looked up suddenly. “Darling, when did you have this made for me?”

Harrison replied, “When you went to your stepmother’s birthday party.”

Back then, she’d confided in him, a little forlorn, that she’d never worn a truly beautiful gown. He hadn’t known quite what to say at the time, but after she left, he’d reached out to Bing and commissioned a dress just for her.

Seeing how happy she was, he ruffled her hair and promised, “From now on, every gown you need for any event, Bing will take care of it. You’ll have a whole wardrobe of beautiful dresses.”

Anastasia’s eyes widened in shock.

The famous Master Bing—who was impossible for most people to book—was going to handle all her gowns?

The realization sent a wave of emotion crashing over her. She couldn’t quite name what she was feeling; she just followed her heart, hugging Harrison as tightly as she could, unwilling to ever let go.

This kind of devotion, this kind of thoughtfulness… Who else in the world could give her something like this, if not this man?