Summary of Chapter 702 – A turning point in Revenge is My Love Language by Arlene Zade
Chapter 702 immerses the reader in an emotional journey within the world of Revenge is My Love Language, written by Arlene Zade. With the hallmarks of Romance literature, this chapter balances emotion, tension, and revelation. Perfect for readers seeking narrative depth and authentic human connections.
“Yes, Marcus introduced me to everyone.”
As they spoke, the others eagerly gathered around. Harrison had been gone for so long; they hadn't seen him in over six months.
Everyone present today was someone Harrison considered a true friend, so his demeanor was much more relaxed than usual.
“Harrison, you really dropped a bombshell on us! What was it you used to say? Not interested in women! I thought you were going to be a bachelor for life!”
“Who would have thought that Harrison would be the first among us to get married?”
“How did you two even meet?”
At this question, everyone’s interest was piqued, and even Barnett cast a curious glance their way.
They were genuinely curious. They knew Harrison's personality better than anyone. What was so special about Anastasia that she could capture the heart of the great Harrison Lancaster?
Of course, Anastasia was stunningly beautiful, but that alone wouldn't be enough. A man of Harrison's status had seen countless beauties. Even if Anastasia was the most beautiful woman he had ever met, the formidable Mr. Lancaster wouldn't have fallen for looks alone.
However, Harrison had no intention of sharing the details of their love story. He knew how wonderful his Ana was, and that was all that mattered; he didn't need anyone else's validation.
“Been away for six months and you’ve all decided to become paparazzi?”
The man lifted his eyes slowly, and a chill ran down their spines. Despite their burning curiosity, they all fell silent, not daring to ask again.
But the same man who had just intimidated them into silence turned to the girl beside him, his expression softening completely. He asked her, “Are you hungry? What would you like to eat?”
Anastasia shook her head. “Not yet.”
Her eyes fell on a colorful fruit cider on the table. It looked so appealing she felt a sudden urge to try it.
But just as she reached for it, the glass was moved away.
“This one’s a bit strong. You can’t have it. I’ll have them bring you some juice. What flavor would you like?”
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