Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 288

“I never wanted to leave you!” Anastasia couldn’t bear to let him finish his sentence. She threw her arms around Harrison and clung to him as if her life depended on it, her voice thick with tears. “I’ll never leave you. I want to be with you forever, darling!”

That simple promise was all it took—Harrison’s composure shattered. He crushed her to him and kissed her fiercely, as if trying to convince himself she was real and she was staying.

He didn’t stop until her lips were swollen. Then, cupping her cheeks and pressing his forehead to hers, he whispered in a raw, unsteady voice, “Ana, sweetheart, don’t lie to me…”

She pressed past the ache in her heart and whispered back, her voice trembling, “…I’m not lying.”

The car pulled up to Rosewood Manor.

The door swung open.

Her voice was hoarse, her face small and pitiful as she reached out to him and whimpered, “Darling, I don’t feel well.”

Harrison pressed a gentle kiss to her eyelids before lifting her out of the car, carrying her as if she were the most precious thing in the world, and headed inside.

His grandmother was there, too. She’d been worried sick ever since Alice’s incident, and when she heard that Anastasia had run off, her concern only grew. The way her grandson had reacted had left her anxious and unable to settle, so she’d waited up all night for their return.

When she saw the two of them come in together, and clearly reconciled, she finally let out a breath she’d been holding all evening.

“Grandma,” Anastasia said softly.

Her grandmother gave a weary sigh. “I’m just glad you’re home, sweetheart. Whatever happens, just promise me you’ll talk things through. There’s nothing a couple can’t work out if they’re honest with each other.”

“Alright, go get some rest now!” she urged, though she shot her grandson a pointed look. She’d heard about the ridiculous stunt he’d pulled—locking his wife in their room for three days—and she had half a mind to scold him, but she knew better. When it came to his wife, he had a fierce, untouchable pride. In the end, she swallowed her words.

Anastasia was exhausted. Harrison carried her upstairs to their bedroom, and she was asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.

When she woke the next morning, she’d barely shifted beneath the covers when a warm hand touched her cheek.

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