Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 78

Choosing an outfit and doing her makeup took Anastasia quite a while.

She had been waiting for this day—going with Harrison to get their marriage license—for what felt like forever.

They’d done this before, in another life. Back then, she could barely remember the details—only the reluctance, the resistance. The photo on their old marriage certificate had shown not a hint of a smile.

This time, there was no unwillingness. Instead, guilt mixed with nerves…and just a touch of anticipation.

Once she’d finished getting ready, Anastasia checked herself in the mirror. Satisfied that she looked her best, she finally stepped out of her room.

As she descended the staircase, her heels echoing softly, Harrison looked up at the sound. His gaze landed on her and, for a moment, his expression was impossible to read.

Anastasia’s nerves spiked. “Do I… not look good?”

She waited, heart pounding, for two long seconds. At last, his intense gaze softened, and he replied, “You look beautiful.”

His voice was low and rough, threaded with some emotion she couldn’t quite name. Her heart skipped, heat rising to her cheeks.

She bit her lip, smiling shyly, and noticed he’d changed his clothes too. The realization sent a wave of happiness through her.

She hurried over. “Let’s go, then!”

On the drive, as the city blurred past the window and the Registry Office drew near, Anastasia couldn’t help the nervousness flickering in her eyes.

“Having second thoughts?”

Harrison’s voice came from beside her, unexpectedly.

Hearing the soft tremor in her voice, feeling the warmth of her pressed against him, and looking down into her clear, luminous eyes, something in Harrison’s long-frozen heart gave a little jolt.

“All right.” His calloused fingertips brushed gently across her cheek, his gaze deep and unwavering.

A little trust—he could give her that.

The tension in Anastasia’s chest vanished in an instant. She beamed, rubbing her cheek against his solid chest. “You’re the best, darling!”

Up in the front passenger seat, Logan kept his eyes glued to the road, the picture of perfect professionalism. Internally, though, he couldn’t help but marvel—ever since the new Mrs. Lancaster had moved into Rosewood Manor, Mr. Lancaster’s obsession with tidiness had miraculously disappeared. Wonders never ceased.

The paperwork at the Registry Office went off without a hitch. When they stepped back outside, marriage certificate in hand, Anastasia’s heart was still racing. She carefully opened the crisp, new document, gazed at the photo of the two of them side by side, then closed it again, tucking it away with reverent care. She couldn’t stop smiling; anyone could see how happy she was.