Anastasia knew he was upset, but she understood completely. In fact, she was a little touched that he hadn’t stormed over last night and dragged her home by force.
Though he grumbled, her darling would always put her first. He knew how important these last few days were and had given her an extraordinary amount of leeway.
For a man as possessive and clingy as Harrison, that was a small miracle.
“I was wrong,” she murmured, wrapping her arms around his firm torso and nuzzling into his chest. “I’m so tired, darling. Let’s just go home.”
As she spoke, her eyelids grew heavy. She had been running on fumes, putting on a brave face for everyone, but now, wrapped in his secure embrace, a wave of relief washed over her, and her body finally relaxed.
Seeing her so trusting and pliant, the tension in Harrison’s jaw eased, and the storm in his eyes began to clear.
“Mr. Lancaster.” Mr. Lynn and the others hurried over to greet him.
Harrison’s status as a Lancaster was reason enough for their deference, but the fact that he was Anastasia’s husband demanded their utmost respect.
Harrison gave a curt nod. “Mr. Lynn.”
They exchanged a few pleasantries, but Harrison cut the conversation short when he saw Anastasia practically falling asleep in his arms.
“I’m taking Ana home. I’ll leave the company in your capable hands for now.”
His polite tone left Mr. Lynn and the team feeling deeply honored. They nodded vigorously. “Of course. Ms. Sterling has been working around the clock for a week. She deserves a good rest.”
Satisfied, Harrison gently pinched his wife’s cheek. “Time to go home. Can you walk?”
Spoiled by his affection, Anastasia wanted nothing more than for him to carry her, but with so many people watching, she felt a blush creep up her neck. Straightening up, she forced her eyes open. “...I can walk.”
Harrison took her hand, and they made their way out of the building.


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