Chapter Summary: Chapter 152 – Revenge is My Love Language by Arlene Zade
In Chapter 152, a key moment in the Romance novel Revenge is My Love Language, Arlene Zade delivers powerful storytelling, emotional shifts, and critical plot development. This chapter deepens the reader’s connection to the characters and sets the stage for upcoming revelations.
“Darling!”
At the sound of her voice, Harrison turned his head. The moment Anastasia met his deep, enigmatic gaze, her heart skipped a beat, betraying her cool composure.
No sooner had she climbed into the car than she dove straight into his arms.
“Darling, what are you still doing here?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with delight.
Harrison instinctively wrapped an arm around her, steadying her so she wouldn’t fall, his tone calm as he replied, “Just passing by.”
Just passing by? What were the odds?
A question mark all but popped above Anastasia’s head, but she didn’t doubt him for a second. Instead, she sighed contentedly, “Seems like even fate can’t bear to keep us apart. I get to see you again today—how wonderful!”
She snuggled against his chest, her expression radiating trust and comfort.
In the front passenger seat, Logan risked a glance at the rearview mirror. Ever since they’d left campus, Mr. Harrison Lancaster had been in a foul mood—but now, at last, his expression seemed to soften.
How on earth was he supposed to tell the new Mrs. Lancaster that fate had nothing to do with it? It wasn’t the universe being merciful—it was Harrison himself, unable to let go.
On the drive back earlier, the man’s foul mood had been almost visible. By the time they reached Rosewood Manor, the darkness on his face was enough to send the staff scattering.
At dinner, when he glanced at the empty place beside him, the gloom in his eyes deepened. He barely touched his meal before tossing his fork onto his plate and giving the driver a frosty command:
“Back to Kingsbridge University.”
Logan was honestly surprised. He hadn’t realized just how much Mr. Lancaster cared about his new wife. They’d only been apart a few hours, and already he couldn’t bear it.
Anastasia, oblivious to all this, spent half an hour in the car before finally, albeit reluctantly, speaking up. “Darling, shouldn’t you get going?”
She knew how busy Harrison was; his time was precious. No matter how much she wanted him to stay, she had to be considerate.
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