A jolt went through Anastasia. She stood perfectly still. “Y-yes.”
He looked up at her, his expression unreadable, and the pressure in the room intensified. Anastasia forced herself to meet his gaze. She had to admit, she’d kind of phoned it in, but she’d never written an apology letter before. What was she supposed to do besides stringing together whatever came to mind?
His eyes began to narrow, and a prickle of fear ran up her spine. “It’s my first time writing one!” she blurted out. “I don’t have any experience, so I just wrote down what I was thinking! Besides, I only had a little to drink! I didn’t know it would be that strong. It wasn’t intentional!”
Lady Lancaster chimed in from the side. “Harrison, that’s enough. Look at her, she’s so pale. She clearly didn’t rest well last night. Stop scolding her. Doesn’t it break your heart to see her like this?”
She muttered under her breath, wondering if he was disciplining a wife or a child. What kind of husband was so strict that he made his wife write an essay for having a few drinks?
Hearing Lady Lancaster come to her defense, Anastasia nodded emphatically. *Exactly!*
Harrison’s expression remained stern. “If I don’t teach her a lesson now, she’ll do it again.”
Despite his words, he couldn’t deny that the sight of her pale, exhausted face and pleading eyes did, in fact, break his heart. Suppressing his frustration, he said, “Whatever the reason, if you ever go to a place like that again and act so recklessly with your own safety, you’ll be in real trouble.”
Anastasia knew that was the end of it. A wide, relieved smile broke across her face, and she rushed forward to hug him. “You’re the best, Harrison!”
“Go get some rest,” he said, his face still stern.
“Okay!”
She practically skipped back upstairs.



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