Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 380

Anastasia felt as if she and Harrison were a pair of lovestruck newlyweds. Every little thing he did—every word, every gesture—sent her heart racing.

Take this morning, for example. His bossy demand had left her pulse thundering wildly. When she glanced up at him, she couldn’t help but break into a radiant smile, her eyes brimming with affection.

She didn’t realize that sometimes, even in silence, she could be utterly captivating.

Nor did she notice the man holding her, his gaze growing darker and more intense with every passing second.

…

The next morning, it was no surprise that Anastasia slept in.

When she finally woke, she found Harrison propped up against the headboard, shirt slightly undone, one hand lazily holding a book, the other draped loosely around her shoulders. He looked every bit the relaxed yet possessive lion, keeping her close with a grip that was gentle but unmistakably his.

Nestled against him, Anastasia caught a tantalizing glimpse of his toned chest beneath his shirt. Her eyes lingered just a moment too long.

Harrison noticed her stirring. “Awake?” he murmured.

Still groggy, she nodded, then glanced at the clock—and instantly bolted upright.

“It’s ten o’clock?!”

She made to scramble out of bed, but his arm snaked around her waist, pulling her effortlessly back into his embrace.

“I already called in for you. No school today.”

Relief washed over her, and she melted back against him. But after a second, she couldn’t help but look up at him, torn between embarrassment and indignation. At last, she whispered, “Darling… next time, could you maybe… take it a little easier?”

Harrison didn’t look up from his book, his expression unreadable. “What was that?”

Anastasia’s cheeks turned scarlet. “I said, next time, could you—”

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