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!” Harrison’s expression softened slightly. “You’re dismissed. You may go rest now.” The team of stylists hurried out of the room. A few steps away, one of them glanced back and whispered, “They’re actually married?”
“That girl looks so young. I almost guessed they were uncle and niece
They thought they were being quiet, but the two people still in the room heard them clearly. Anastasia burst out laughing, while Harrison’s face turned thunderous, his icy gaze fixed on the hallway outside.
Afraid he might actually chase after them in a fit of pique, Anastasia rushed forward and wrapped her arms around his waist “Don’t be angry she cooed, her voice full of mirth. “They’re just talking nonsense. My Hubby isn’t that old!”
The feel of her soft, warm body against his was enough to quell his anger. He pulled his gaze back.
“Besides,” Anastasia added, “it’s your
fault they misunderstood. I asked you to compliment me, and you
could barely spare a word. So dismissivel she puffed out he 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. TÊœe sourcá´‡ of thɪs content ɪs