Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 187

On the couch, the man exuded a quiet authority as he nodded. “Tell him to go straight to Rosewood Manor.”

His gaze drifted to the window out of habit. He checked the time, and the corners of his mouth tightened.

It was just two classes—she should have been home by now.

So where was she? Hanging out with friends?

That woman who called herself her best friend had mentioned more than a few boys at school were eager to get close to her...

His thoughts darkened. The sharp lines of his handsome face were shadowed by a gathering storm.

Sensing the sudden chill in the air, Logan and Thomas, who had arrived at his command, held themselves perfectly still. Neither dared so much as to breathe too loudly.

The tension in the room was suffocating, ready to snap—when a slim, lively figure suddenly appeared downstairs.

She bounced toward the house, steps light and full of energy. Just as she neared, something made her look up.

Spotting the man standing by the window, her beautiful eyes widened in surprise, and her face instantly broke into a radiant, delighted grin.

“Darling! I’m home!” she called, waving with both hands and giving two joyful little hops in place.

Upstairs, it was as if winter had melted into spring in a single heartbeat.

The man’s stern expression brightened. With a tap of his elegant fingers against the windowpane, he signaled for her to hurry up.

Logan, long accustomed to how Mrs. Lancaster alone could sway Mr. Harrison Lancaster’s moods, didn’t so much as blink. Privately, he was relieved she’d returned just in time.

Thomas, however, was stunned. He clenched his jaw in disbelief.

Was this woman’s hold on Mr. Lancaster really so powerful? What about Alice?

In less than thirty seconds, Anastasia burst through the door.

“Darling!” she cried, launching herself into Harrison’s arms and wrapping him in a soft embrace. The sweetness in her voice was utterly natural. “I missed you so much!”

Thomas immediately reached for his scissors to cut the gauze away.

Anastasia jerked her hand back, lips curving into a stubborn pout.

“Hey! My husband bandaged that himself. You better put it back exactly the way it was, or else how will we fix it later if you mess it up?”

Thomas’s face darkened.

She was doing this on purpose! Making trouble for him just because he didn’t suit her fancy!

He wanted to snap back at her, but the memory of last time—when this woman’s antics had gotten him punished and sent away by Mr. Lancaster—was still fresh. Now that he was finally back in Mr. Lancaster’s good graces, he wasn’t about to fall for her tricks again.

Instead, he swallowed his frustration and complained, “Mr. Lancaster—”

“Enough,” Harrison said, a trace of exasperation in his tone as he ruffled Anastasia’s hair. Both his voice and expression held a subtle indulgence. “Once bandages have been used, they can’t be put back on. I’ll rewrap it for you later, but let Thomas check the wound first.”

This time, Anastasia nodded obediently. “Okay!”