Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 38

You could see straight into her eyes—clear, honest, with no shadow of deceit or empty flattery. She truly meant what she was saying. It was as if, no matter what she held in her hands now, she’d willingly give the very best to him without a second thought.

She watched him nervously, her gaze fixed as if every subtle movement of his could sway her mood. To her, he was everything.

Harrison’s eyes were unreadable, deep as a midnight lake, locked on her.

Suddenly, Anastasia felt a ripple of danger wash over her, the hairs on the back of her neck prickling.

Then, unexpectedly, the man gave a low, quiet laugh. His voice was rough when he said, “Alright. I’ll accept it.”

Anastasia stood there, dumbstruck.

In two lifetimes, she could count on one hand the times she’d seen Harrison smile. Caught off guard, she couldn’t help staring, mesmerized.

“What is it?” he asked, his tone gentler than before.

She snapped back to herself. “It’s nothing!”

Her cheeks flushed warm as she hurriedly looked away, embarrassed, ducking her head.

She couldn’t help but think—her husband was just too handsome...

Rosewood Manor.

“Why isn’t Mr. Lancaster back yet?”

For what felt like the hundredth time, Alice peered anxiously out the window.

May, busy polishing a vase, replied, “Maybe something held him up…”

She hadn’t even finished the sentence when the sound of a car pulling up caught their attention.

Alice’s eyes lit up and she was about to rush out the door when she saw the car door open. To her surprise, the first one out was Anastasia!

She lifted her elaborate, beautiful dress, looking every bit the princess straight out of a storybook.

“So that’s where Mr. Lancaster was—he went to pick her up,” May remarked. “The hotel hosting her gala isn’t even on the way home. He must’ve gone out of his way just for her.”

“And that dress—Mr. Lancaster had it custom-made for her. There’s not another one like it in the world…”

He gave her a helpless look. “Don’t your feet hurt?”

She stopped, caught off guard. She was still wearing high heels, and after such a long day, her feet really were aching. She hadn’t expected him to notice.

A wave of sweetness filled her chest. “Oh… I’ll go change right now!”

Her skirt swirled as she hurried out, leaving a faint trace of perfume in the air. The study grew quiet once she’d gone.

Harrison withdrew his gaze and opened the box on his desk.

On the paperwork, Nora’s name was already signed as the transferor. The space for the recipient, however, was still blank. All he needed to do was sign his name, and these shares would be his.

Logan, seeing Mr. Lancaster hesitate for so long, assumed he wasn’t planning to accept the gift. After all, for a man like Mr. Lancaster, this sort of thing was hardly worth mentioning…

“Pen,” Harrison said suddenly, stretching out a long, elegant hand.

Logan was surprised, but didn’t hesitate for a second. He quickly grabbed Mr. Lancaster’s favorite pen from the desk and handed it over with respect.