Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 176

But luck was clearly not on her side. Just as the thought crossed her mind, her phone began to ring. The caller ID flashed—

Logan.

Anastasia’s heart dropped.

Logan never called her unless Harrison told him to. If he was calling now, it could only mean one thing: Harrison.

She answered, voice tentative. “Hello?”

“Mrs. Lancaster, where are you right now?” Logan’s tone was eerily calm.

Anastasia forced a smile, lowering her voice. “Oh, I… I just had some errands to run.”

Logan’s voice remained low and ghostly. “You haven’t forgotten about making dinner for Mr. Harrison Lancaster, have you…?”

A fat bead of cold sweat trickled down Anastasia’s forehead. She scrambled to deny it.

“Of course not! How could I? Something just came up and delayed me, that’s all!”

“By the way, has Mr. Harrison Lancaster… eaten yet?”

Logan fell silent.

The silence was all the answer she needed.

“Um, and how’s Mr. Harrison Lancaster’s mood?”

Logan glanced back at the man sitting on the sofa—expressionless, radiating a chill that seemed to freeze the whole room—and fell silent again.

Anastasia’s heart was in her throat.

She was doomed.

“I’ll be right back! Right away!”

Back at the apartment, Logan finally breathed a sigh of relief after hanging up.

He walked over to Harrison, speaking carefully. “Sir, Mrs. Lancaster was held up by something urgent. She says she’ll be back soon.”

Harrison looked up. His gaze was icy, his face a mask of frosty composure. Just one look made Logan’s scalp prickle.

“Where is she?” Harrison’s voice was soft, but it carried enough weight to make Logan’s nerves snap taut.

She quickly tried to reassure her. “Yes, I married into Rosewood Manor, but don’t worry—Mr. Harrison Lancaster isn’t like what people say. I’ll explain everything later, but right now, we need to go inside!”

If she was even a minute later, she felt like the world might collapse.

Logan opened the door for them.

The relief on his face was obvious. He lowered his voice and said quietly, “No one’s been allowed in the kitchen at all tonight. Mr. Harrison Lancaster insisted.”

The implication was clear, and it made Anastasia’s heart pound wildly.

Harrison clearly took her promise seriously—he’d cleared the entire kitchen, waiting for the dinner she’d said she’d make. And she’d kept him waiting all this time!

Her heart fluttered with nerves and guilt. She pushed Juliet forward. “This is my cousin. Please take her inside and get her some clean clothes. I need to see Mr. Harrison Lancaster…”

She crept toward the living room, guiltily peeking around the corner. Before she could even prepare herself, she met the man’s fathomless eyes.

“Back already?”

Startled, Anastasia’s hand slipped. She nearly stumbled and fell right then and there.