Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 616

She had been so full of anticipation, only to receive a single word in response? She was already beautiful, but tonight, she had been meticulously styled to be breathtaking. The way her lovely, expressive eyes looked at him could make any heart flutter.

Harrison's muted reaction was a disappointment, making her question her own allure. A flicker of alarm went through her. People talked about the seven-year itch in a marriage. They hadn't reached seven years yet, but could her husband already be tired of looking at her?

The makeup artist standing nearby couldn't bear to see her crestfallen expression and chimed in, addressing Harrison. "Sir, you and your sister have incredible genes. In all my years as a makeup artist, I've never seen a young woman more beautiful than her..."

Her praise was genuine, but Mr. Harrison Lancaster's expression turned... peculiar.

Before she could finish, he felt compelled to correct her. "She's my wife."

Anastasia's brief moment of melancholy vanished. Seeing Harrison so seriously correcting the woman, she couldn't help but laugh. "You've misunderstood," she said, beaming. "He's my husband, not my brother."

"Oh...?" The makeup artist's smile became strained as she looked back and forth between them in surprise.

Harrison's face was impassive. "What, do we not look like a couple?"

Sensing his displeasure, the makeup artist shrank back. "No, no, of course not! You look perfect together, a match made in heaven! My eyes must be going bad!"

"Besides," Anastasia added, "it's your fault they misunderstood. I asked you to compliment me, and you could barely spare a word. So dismissive!" She puffed out her cheeks and looked at him accusingly, a hint of a pout on her lips. "Why wouldn't you say more? Was it because I didn't look good?"

Harrison looked down at the woman in his arms. Most of the socialites his age in Riverton would have been content with his simple "beautiful." They would never dare to question him like this, always maintaining a poised and elegant facade, afraid to show any other side of themselves.

But his Ana had no interest in poise or elegance. She threw herself into his arms at a moment's notice and wore her heart on her sleeve. And now, she was demanding a better compliment.

He didn't find it annoying in the slightest. In fact, this was the woman he loved. No matter what she did, he adored her completely.