Chapter 95 – A Turning Point in Revenge is My Love Language by Arlene Zade
In this chapter of Revenge is My Love Language, Arlene Zade introduces major changes to the story. Chapter 95 shifts the narrative tone, revealing secrets, advancing character arcs, and increasing stakes within the Romance genre.
Anastasia didn’t notice anything unusual. When she got into the car, Logan said he had other business to handle and didn’t follow her. She didn’t think twice about it.
“What’s that?”
Harrison’s deep, smooth voice drifted over as he glanced at the elegant gift box in her arms. The sound made her ears tingle, and she rubbed them shyly before answering, “It’s… a gift for you.”
“A gift?” He blinked in surprise, his gaze returning to the box. After a pause, he asked, “Did you go out today just to get me a present?”
“That’s right!”
Since he’d already figured it out, Anastasia gave up trying to hide it. She opened the box and took out a pair of cufflinks.
“The moment I saw these, I thought they’d be perfect for you! Honey, do you like them?” Her nerves mixed with anticipation as she held them out to him.
It was the first time she’d ever given him a gift. In her previous life, the thought had never even crossed her mind—instead, he was always the one bringing her little treasures and rare finds, things he thought she’d enjoy. She’d never appreciated any of it. The memory made her heart ache with regret.
Harrison stared at the cufflinks, his expression unreadable, saying nothing.
Anastasia’s excitement faded, disappointment creeping into her tone. “You… don’t like them?”
She started to pull her hand back, but suddenly, his hand closed around hers.
“I love them,” he said, meeting her gaze with quiet intensity. “Will you put them on for me?”
Surprised and delighted, Anastasia looked up, meeting those dark, fathomless eyes. She felt her cheeks burn for reasons she couldn’t explain.
“Of course! Let me help you.”
She took his hand and pushed up the sleeve of his suit jacket, revealing the crisp shirt beneath. His hand was large, strong, and elegant, each finger perfectly shaped—the same way his presence always seemed to envelop her. Her own hand fit perfectly in his.
Once she’d fastened the cufflinks, she couldn’t help thinking he looked even more handsome than before.
Suddenly, a small box appeared in front of her.
Anastasia blinked in confusion. “What’s this?”
“Open it,” Harrison said, watching her closely.
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