Chapter 362 – Highlight Chapter from Revenge is My Love Language
Chapter 362 is a standout chapter in Revenge is My Love Language by Arlene Zade, where the pace intensifies and character dynamics evolve. Rich in drama and tension, this part of the story grips readers and pushes the Romance narrative into new territory.
Anastasia felt the big, warm hand holding hers suddenly tighten, almost painfully. The jolt snapped her wide awake.
Catching the look on Harrison’s face, she instantly understood what he’d misunderstood. The mix of emotions—amusement, exasperation, and an ache of tenderness—flitted through her. How could a man as powerful as Harrison be so sensitive when it came to her?
“I’m not upset!” she blurted out, quickly wrapping her hand around his in return. “Honestly, I’m kind of happy, actually… because I know you only did all this for me.”
She hesitated, then added, “I just worry… Is it really okay for you to go after Aaron’s family like that? Barry is your uncle’s son, after all.”
There was real anxiety in Anastasia’s voice. She knew, from her previous life, that even though Barry was just an illegitimate son, Harrison’s uncle doted on him. The Lancaster patriarch had endured all sorts of pressure from his well-bred wife just to arrange a good life for Barry in Fairhaven.
But now, Harrison had come down like a thunderstorm, crushing the Fairhaven Lancasters without hesitation. There was no way his uncle would take this lying down.
It did feel good to see Aaron’s family finally get what they deserved, but if it brought trouble to her husband, she couldn’t enjoy it.
Seeing the genuine concern in her eyes, the tension in Harrison’s mind finally unraveled; the dark, possessive edge in him retreated as quietly as it had come.
“It’s nothing,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of her eye. “The Fairhaven Lancasters? They barely register as opponents.”
In his world, they weren’t even worthy of mention.
Taking down the Lancasters was easier than squashing an ant.
“Really?” Anastasia glanced at the phone, still buzzing insistently on the table.
Harrison caught her look. “Sweetheart, your husband isn’t that useless.”
A mere uncle from the Lancaster side wasn’t an issue—he just never bothered to deal with him before.
With a flick of his wrist, Harrison ended the call and instructed Logan, who stood quietly to the side, “Tell him if he calls again, I won’t mind taking care of him and his son together.”
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