“…No, it’s not that!”
He fixed his gaze on her. “Then what is it?”
Anastasia’s lips quivered. She looked like she might cry as she mumbled, “My mouth… it tastes so bitter…”
Harrison said nothing.
When she came out of the kitchen, Anastasia hesitated—once, twice—then couldn’t hold it in any longer. She lowered her voice, “How are you so… so good at that?”
“What?” Harrison turned, glancing down at her.
She fidgeted, cheeks pink. “I mean when you… kissed me. Why are you so good at it? Did you practice on… other women before me?”
The thought suddenly struck her: Harrison had been married several times before her.
Had he… done anything with them?
Picturing it—the way he kissed her, as if he’d learned it from someone else—made her feel miserable.
Lost in these thoughts, she didn’t realize he’d tilted her chin up. Harrison’s eyes met hers. “Are you jealous, Ana?”
Her face flushed bright red. She puffed up, trying to sound bold. “Of course I’m jealous! So what?”
He just smiled, then leaned down to kiss her again and whispered, “You’re adorable.”
Her ears burned. She clung to his sleeve, barely audible. “But… you really didn’t kiss them?”
“No,” he answered simply.
She blinked, unconvinced. “No? Then how did you… um, learn? Your… technique…?” Her suspicious gaze lingered on him.
Ever since she’d checked Harrison’s pulse and realized his illness could be cured, she’d started gathering everything she’d need. Many of the rare ingredients were out of reach for ordinary people, so she’d turned to the experts in the field.
In the end, she’d asked her old teacher for help. Her teacher, who’d already seen amazing results using the medicine on her own son, now treated Anastasia as a lifesaver and had agreed without hesitation.
Anastasia never expected her teacher would find the ingredient so quickly!
After a flurry of grateful messages, Anastasia left her address so the medicine could be mailed to her.
Meanwhile, in the Austin family home—
Bruno Austin studied the list of medicinal ingredients Anastasia had given him. The list wasn’t complete—she could find some of the herbs herself—but when he’d gently inquired about the rest, she’d answered him honestly.
“Incredible…” he murmured.
He didn’t know what illness Anastasia was trying to treat, but just looking at her bold combinations was enough to leave him deeply impressed.
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