Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 73

Seeing that he was willing to give her a chance, a spark of hope lit up in Anastasia’s chest. “I never even liked Aaron,” she blurted, her voice trembling with urgency. “Everything between us was just for show!”

Clutching his hand, she pleaded, “When I say you’re the only one in my heart, I mean it. I’m not lying to you—please, can’t you believe me?”

She stared at him, waiting anxiously for his reply.

After a few long seconds, Harrison slowly withdrew his hand from hers.

With that small gesture, Anastasia felt her heart plummet.

“Leave.” His voice was cold as ice.

He didn’t believe her.

Anastasia stared at him, stunned, a dull ache spreading through her chest.

“Mr. Lancaster…”

Harrison didn’t respond.

Of course he didn’t believe her. To him, her explanation sounded clumsy and unconvincing.

A charade? The messages Aaron had sent were full of sweet nothings, and there was that photo of the two of them—her gaze fixed on Aaron, pure affection in her eyes. There was nothing fake about it.

Harrison clenched his jaw, forcing down a surge of anger as he closed his eyes.

Panic and frustration twisted inside Anastasia. She cursed Aaron silently, wishing she could wring his neck for making a mess of things, then turned back to Harrison with a desperate, pleading look.

“Then what will it take for you to believe me?”

Her eyes locked on his striking, almost too-handsome face, and her heart skipped a beat. Before she could think twice, impulse took over—she leaned in and pressed her lips to his.

The kiss was sudden, reckless, and soft. Harrison’s eyes widened in shock at the unfamiliar sensation.

Meeting his gaze, Anastasia snapped back to reality. The rush of adrenaline faded, and she realized exactly what she’d just done.

She gasped in surprise. In one swift motion, she stumbled and fell straight into his arms.

Her first instinct was shock and panic, but then she remembered his injured leg. Afraid she might hurt him, she tried to pull away.

But Harrison’s grip was unyielding, locking her firmly in his embrace.

Her palms braced against his solid chest. She looked up, startled, and found herself staring into his dark, dangerously intense eyes.

“Didn’t you say you liked me? Then why are you running, hmm?”

His long, powerful fingers pinched her cheeks—not too hard, but enough to keep her from turning away, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“M-Mr. Lancaster?” she stammered.

Anastasia felt a chill run through her. Even with all the fond memories of her past life, she couldn’t help but feel nervous and uncertain in that moment.