Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 128

The next morning, Anastasia didn’t come downstairs until ten.

Breakfast had long since ended, but as soon as Fiona spotted her, she hurried over with a cheerful smile. “There’s a whole spread still waiting for you, miss. We’ve kept it warm—anything you’d like?”

Anastasia yawned, barely awake. “Why is there still breakfast at this hour?”

Fiona’s eyes sparkled. “Mr. Harrison Lancaster asked us to keep it ready. He said you’d be sleeping in today, but he didn’t want you to go hungry.”

“Oh, and Lady Lancaster dropped off some homemade chicken broth herself. It’s still warm—would you like some now?”

Anastasia paused, her face blank for a moment as a sense of foreboding crept over her.

“Lady Lancaster?”

“Yes! She arrived at nine this morning and is out in the garden now. I was about to wake you, but she insisted you should rest as long as you needed.”

Fiona’s delight was obvious, and the quick, knowing glances from the other staff made Anastasia’s ears burn.

God, does everyone in this house know what happened between Harrison and me?

She felt her toes curl with embarrassment—if only she could grab a spaceship and flee the planet right now.

Just then, Lady Lancaster entered.

“Oh my, Anastasia! You’re up!” Her smile was warmer than Anastasia had ever seen, her voice softer than she remembered.

Anastasia forced a smile. “…Good morning, Grandma.”

After all, if they were already together, how far off could great-grandchildren be? She could practically see herself cuddling a little one already.

But what truly filled Lady Lancaster’s heart with joy was seeing her grandson finally open up to someone. The doctors had said Harrison’s real problem wasn’t physical—it was emotional. He acted like nothing in the world mattered anymore, as if nothing could keep him here.

Lady Lancaster had lost count of the sleepless nights spent worrying for him. But now, seeing him let someone in—this sweet girl, sitting right here—maybe it meant he’d finally found something, or someone, he cared about.

Overwhelmed, Lady Lancaster watched as Anastasia dutifully finished two bowls of chicken broth, her stomach nearly bursting.

Trying to change the subject, Anastasia quickly asked Fiona, “Where’s Mr. Lancaster?”

Before Fiona could answer, the sound of steady footsteps echoed from the hall.

Instinctively, Anastasia turned—and there he was, Harrison, striding in with Logan and a few others. She had no idea where he’d been, but his crisp white shirt was casually rolled up at the sleeves, one hand tucked into his pocket, looking effortlessly at ease.