Summary of Chapter 246 from Revenge is My Love Language
Chapter 246 marks a crucial moment in Arlene Zade’s Romance novel, Revenge is My Love Language. This chapter blends tension, emotion, and plot progression to deliver a memorable reading experience — one that keeps readers eagerly turning the page.
Alice and Mr. Pierce stared, eyes wide, their faces frozen in disbelief.
Harrison’s gaze was icy as he looked up. “What, is it a problem for me to peel an apple for my wife? Do you object?”
Mr. Pierce blanched, scrambling to respond. “No, of course not! No objections at all!”
As if he’d dare object! He was just stunned—this was Harrison Lancaster, after all.
If it were any ordinary couple, a husband peeling an apple for his wife would be nothing out of the ordinary. But this was the same Mr. Harrison Lancaster the rumors spoke of—the man who dismissed women with a glance, the one who wouldn’t hesitate to have a socialite thrown out if she dared throw herself at him.
Uncertain and uneasy, Mr. Pierce risked a glance at Anastasia, suddenly recalling everything that had happened earlier. The realization hit him so hard he almost blacked out.
Harrison had gone twenty-seven years without peeling an apple for anyone, yet his hand wielded the knife with steady precision. The skin came off in a single, even ribbon, thin and perfect—a strangely mesmerizing sight.
In no time, the apple was stripped clean, set on a napkin, and quietly offered to Anastasia.
Anastasia accepted it with a delighted smile, but as she looked up, she caught Alice’s envious, unwilling gaze.
Suddenly, her lips curled in a lazy, triumphant smile. “Jealous, aren’t you? Wishing you could take my place? Too bad for you—he’s my husband, not yours.”
With an air of possession, she wrapped her arms around Harrison’s waist. The apple nearly slipped from her hands as she did, prompting Harrison to shoot her a warning look for the reckless move.
Anastasia tilted her head up, blinking innocently.
Harrison’s expression didn’t soften, but he didn’t push her away either. Instead, he took the apple from her grasp and set it aside, as if ensuring she wouldn’t drop it.
He might keep a stern face, his features perfectly composed, but the way he indulged and cared for the girl was evident in every gesture.
Anastasia noticed the tension in his jaw and couldn’t help but laugh even more brightly.
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