Chapter summary of Chapter 947 – Revenge is My Love Language by Arlene Zade
In Chapter 947, a key chapter of the acclaimed Romance novel Revenge is My Love Language by Arlene Zade, readers are drawn deeper into a story filled with emotion, conflict, and transformation. This chapter brings crucial developments and plot twists that make it essential reading. Whether you’re new to the book or a loyal fan, this section delivers unforgettable moments that define the essence of Revenge is My Love Language.
On the way back, their car suddenly broke down.
They had two cars of bodyguards with them, so they could have pushed on if necessary, but there was no need. Besides, a heavy downpour had started, making it unsafe to continue driving. Hearing there was a resort lodge nearby, Harrison made the call to stay there for the night.
Anastasia had no objections. She linked her arm through his, her steps light. "Is this lodge famous? I think I heard Marcus mention it, but I've never been. I wonder if it's any fun."
Harrison held the umbrella, tilting it towards her to shield her from the rain. He chuckled. "This place is known for its natural scenery. With this much rain, there probably won't be much for you to do. If you're interested, we can come back another time when the weather is better."
Anastasia's initial disappointment vanished at his last words, and she beamed. "Okay!"
As they were talking and walking inside, a figure suddenly stumbled towards them. A bodyguard reacted instantly, intercepting the person.
It was a man with a limp and a weathered face, dressed in the resort's work uniform and holding a broom. He looked like an employee here.
He had no umbrella, and his clothes were already soaked through. He seemed to be in a hurry, walking with his head down, which was why he had nearly bumped into Anastasia and Harrison.
Stopped by the bodyguard, he looked up and immediately bowed, flashing an apologetic, fawning smile. "Sorry, so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going..."
Harrison glanced at him and waved his hand dismissively for the bodyguard to let him go.
The rain was heavy, and though the umbrella was large, the hem of Anastasia's dress was already getting wet. He didn't want to linger.
The bodyguard stepped aside, and the man immediately ran off with his broom into the rain.
As Anastasia walked up the steps, she couldn't help but look back.
Harrison asked, "What is it?"
"...Nothing."
It was just that the man seemed vaguely familiar.
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