His gaze was intimidating, but his touch remained gentle. "My Ana is so clever."
Anastasia, both proud and a little shy, lifted her chin and snuggled against his chest.
After a moment, she couldn't help but yawn.
"Sleepy?" he asked, kissing her lips. "Go to sleep."
Anastasia mumbled a protest, claiming she wasn't tired, but within two minutes, her breathing evened out as she slept soundly in his arms.
Harrison looked down, gazing at the woman in his arms, his heart overflowing with tenderness.
He placed a soft kiss on her forehead, then picked up his phone. His eyes turned cold as he sent a text, before he wrapped his arms protectively around her and drifted off to sleep.
When Anastasia woke, she felt the familiar weight of an arm around her waist and instinctively snuggled closer to his chest in a natural gesture of affection.
A couple of seconds passed—
Huh?
She suddenly became more alert, her eyes snapping open. Looking up, she saw the firm line of his jaw.
"Hubby, you're still here?!" she exclaimed in surprise.
Harrison opened his eyes and pulled her back into his arms as she tried to sit up. His voice, husky and deep from sleep, was undeniably sensual. "Where are you going?"
"Back to your business trip!"
Harrison found her reaction both exasperating and amusing. "Didn't you say you missed me on the phone last night? Is this how you show it, by trying to rush me out the door?"
"I do miss you, but your work is important too…"
"Don't worry about it." Harrison sighed, patting her head. "I've delegated the rest to Logan. He knows what to do."
Before she could reply, he murmured, "I promised I'd only be gone three days, but it's been four. How about Hubby makes it up to Ana?"
The moment their eyes met, Anastasia knew exactly what he meant, and her cheeks flushed. "You're just using that as an excuse…!"

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