Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 448

She’d always been dazzling—now, with all her brilliance and talent, could he really hold on to her?

But that fleeting doubt barely made it past the edge of his mind before he crushed it with a cold certainty.

So what if others coveted her? He never feared that before—why would he now?

She was his before, she’s his now, and she’ll only ever be his.

Eyes dark and intense, Harrison lowered his head and pressed a gentle kiss to Ana’s hair.

Sensing the shift in his mood, Anastasia looked up and smiled, her eyes clear and unwavering, overflowing with love. “I told you, I want to spend my whole life with you.”

A few years together—what was that compared to a lifetime? She wanted to be with him until they were old and gray; even then, he’d still be the most handsome man in her heart.

Harrison was quiet for a long moment. Then he kissed her eyelids and murmured, “Alright. A lifetime it is.”

Anastasia felt lighter than she had in ages. Now that everything was out in the open, there was nothing left to hide. She took Harrison’s hand and checked his pulse.

Relieved to find his condition hadn’t worsened, she finally let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.

“Ma’am, how exactly should we treat Mr. Harrison Lancaster’s illness?” Logan asked anxiously.

Anastasia replied, “I’ve already worked out the treatment plan. But right now, there are still a few key medicines missing.”

“What do you need?” Logan pressed, his tone urgent.

Anastasia understood what he meant. With the Lancaster family’s resources, anything she named would be delivered that same day.

But she shook her head. “There’s no rushing this. Even if you searched all of Veridia, you wouldn’t find it right now. We’ll have to wait another two months.”

The most crucial ingredient was a mutated nightshade, which wouldn’t be discovered in her mother’s old lab for another two months.

He looked down at her, his voice soft. “And how does Ana know I loved you that much before?”

She mumbled into his shirt, “I dreamed it.”

Something in Harrison’s eyes softened, an overwhelming affection filling every glance.

While the warmth in their room built, across the grounds, Lauren was leaving Rosewood Manor—only to be caught on camera.

Lauren had been making headlines lately, and the moment a paparazzo snapped her photo, she was immediately swarmed with questions: was she involved with Mr. Harrison Lancaster?

On camera, Lauren’s expression was cold and dignified. “Please don’t spread rumors. I was only there to treat Mr. Harrison Lancaster.”

The press erupted. Everyone knew Harrison Lancaster was terminally ill. Lauren’s comment—did she mean she was going to cure him?