Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 226

Anastasia smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry.”

Marcus glanced at her uncertainly. “Shouldn’t we tell Harrison about this? You’re so capable—how could Harrison not know?”

She shook her head without hesitation. “No, we can’t tell him. He doesn’t know.”

It wasn’t that she wanted to keep it from him on purpose. She’d tried to tell her husband before, but he simply didn’t believe her.

But now, wasn’t this the perfect chance to prove herself?

As for why she hadn’t mentioned being able to cure him sooner…

The image of Harrison’s expression whenever his illness came up tugged at her heart. If she suddenly claimed she could heal Marcus’s legs—or cure Harrison’s own illness—he’d never believe her. So many renowned specialists had tried and failed. Why would anyone trust that a young woman with no medical reputation could succeed where they hadn’t?

Telling him now wouldn’t give him hope—it would only remind him of his diagnosis, of how little time he might have left. He’d finally found some peace of mind; she didn’t want to shatter that.

So, better to wait. She’d help Marcus, let her actions prove her words, and then she could tell Harrison everything.

After discussing the treatment plan with Marcus—they agreed she’d come by every few days to give him his therapy—Anastasia finally headed downstairs.

Her husband had probably finished his call by now. She needed to hurry, or he’d come looking for her!

Sure enough, Harrison was searching for her. When he came in and didn’t see her, his usually composed brow knit with concern.

He didn’t relax until he heard her footsteps and saw her appear at the bottom of the stairs.

“Where did you go?” he asked.

“Just upstairs to look for something!” Anastasia replied lightly, hurrying over and wrapping her arms around him with a playful grin.

“Are you hungry?” Harrison’s tone softened almost imperceptibly. “I’ll have the kitchen make you something to eat. I need to take care of some things in the study.”

“Okay,” Anastasia agreed sweetly.

As Harrison headed upstairs, a delivery from Master Bing arrived—a package containing a dress.

Anastasia’s eyes lit up at once, and she rushed to the door. Even though she’d already seen the dress at the show, she couldn’t wait to see it again.

Her husband had it custom-made for her. It was just as beautiful as she’d dreamed—absolutely stunning.

“Wow!”

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