Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 164

Harrison sat with a polite expression, appearing to listen intently to Mr. Smith’s presentation. In reality, most of his attention was devoted to his young wife beside him. The moment she swayed ever so slightly, he reacted instantly—long arm reaching out to catch her as she slumped, her soft, warm figure falling right into his embrace.

Anastasia roused slightly, rubbing her eyes as she looked up at him.

“Tired?” Harrison murmured, his voice gentle and soothing. “Why don’t you get some rest?”

“Mmm…”

Trusting him without a second thought, she let her eyelids flutter shut again, snuggling into his arms to find a comfortable spot.

Harrison let her settle, his gaze dropping to her with a tenderness that was almost intoxicating.

Across the table, Mr. Smith sat stunned, momentarily wondering if he was dreaming.

Was this really Mr. Harrison Lancaster?

Suddenly, Harrison’s eyes flicked up, cold and sharp. The chill in that glance jolted Mr. Smith back to reality. He broke out in a cold sweat, face going pale as he realized he’d been staring—and not just once—at the girl in Harrison’s arms. Heart pounding with panic, he ducked his head, not daring to look her way again.

For the rest of the meeting, Mr. Smith kept his eyes firmly on his notes, barely daring to glance at Anastasia out of the corner of his eye.

“Keep your voice down,” Harrison said abruptly, frowning. “Don’t wake her.”

“Y-yes, of course!” Mr. Smith stammered, nodding frantically as he tried to compose himself.

Who was this girl, and what was her relationship to Harrison Lancaster? To see the infamous Mr. Lancaster so gentle, so indulgent… It was unthinkable. As he left the meeting, the question kept circling in Mr. Smith’s mind.

Who was this woman at Harrison Lancaster’s side? The gossip would explode when word reached Riverton. The city’s high society heiresses would lose their minds.

When Anastasia woke, it was already dark outside. She was lying in bed in their apartment.

It took her a couple of seconds to get her bearings. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, then padded out of the bedroom, barefoot.

She turned a corner and, without warning, walked right into a familiar chest.

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