Summary of Chapter 563 – A pivotal chapter in Revenge is My Love Language by Arlene Zade
The chapter Chapter 563 is one of the most intense moments in Revenge is My Love Language, written by Arlene Zade. With signature elements of the Romance genre, this part of the story reveals deep conflicts, shocking revelations, and decisive character changes. A must-read for anyone following the narrative.
Harrison’s eyes darkened, and his hand, which had been wiping her mouth, froze.
After a two-second pause, he gently pinched her cheek. "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Anastasia let out a little humph. "It's not nonsense…"
She trailed off as she registered his reaction, realizing her offhand joke had perhaps struck a nerve. A belated blush warmed her cheeks. She stole a glance at him before turning and wrapping her arms around him. "Hubby," she whispered, "when can we…?"
Harrison had always been careful to use protection.
Understanding her meaning, Harrison’s breath caught. He ran a large hand through her hair and said in a husky voice, "A little longer, sweetheart. You're still young."
Anastasia pouted. "I'm not that young."
With a sigh of resignation, Harrison leaned down and kissed her lips. "Darling, you're still in school. I don't want to get in the way of your studies."
The thought of having a child with her was incredibly tempting, and he was impatient for it. But she was still so young, with a whole career ahead of her. He didn't want to be that selfish. Before he met her, he’d imagined that if he ever fell in love, his possessiveness would compel him to keep his partner by his side forever, never letting her fly free.
But holding her now, he knew he couldn't bear to do that. The selfish thoughts were there, but he couldn't bring himself to impose them on her.
Anastasia sensed his inner turmoil and was overcome with a wave of emotion. She hugged him tighter, snuggling into his embrace.
After a moment, she couldn't resist asking in a small voice, "So when can we?"
Harrison threaded his long fingers through her hair. "When you graduate from college."
Anastasia’s bright eyes drooped. "But that's so far away…"
He chuckled, kissing her eyelids. "You're almost a junior."
…He had a point.
"...Uncle Harrison."
After her last punishment, Stella had been much more subdued. But seeing them clinging to each other like this… or rather, seeing Anastasia clinging to *her* uncle, she couldn't help but grit her teeth.
It was scandalous! Utterly shameless!
*So this is how the vixen seduced him?* Stella fumed internally. *No wonder Uncle Harrison, who never used to care for women, is so completely bewitched!*
Anastasia peeked out from behind Harrison. When she saw Stella, her eyes lit up almost imperceptibly. "Is there something you need?"
She had just been looking for something to do. Could it be that someone was kind enough to volunteer?
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