Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 189

A lively, striking figure suddenly appeared in the doorway.

The girl moved with a graceful confidence, her bright eyes sparkling beneath perfectly arched brows, and her delicate face was breathtakingly beautiful—every gesture seemed to tug at the heartstrings.

Marcus had seen plenty of beautiful women in his day, but even he found himself momentarily stunned.

“Darling—”

Anastasia called out as she hefted her backpack, but when she caught sight of Marcus, she stopped short.

“Ana, come here,” Harrison called to her.

“Okay!” Anastasia quickly masked the excitement in her eyes, handed her backpack to the housekeeper, and walked over to him.

“This is Marcus, a close friend of mine. He’ll be staying here at Rosewood Manor for a while,” Harrison said, taking her hand and guiding her to sit beside him.

Anastasia nodded politely. “Hello, Mr. Jackson.”

Her expression was perfectly composed, but inside, she was nearly bursting with laughter.

Mr. Jackson, huh? She’d originally planned to track him down in Riverton, but who would’ve thought he’d show up on her doorstep instead?

Last time she’d reached out, he’d told her to get lost—and even promised that if she could cure his leg, he’d livestream himself eating his own hat.

Well, she’d saved a screenshot of that conversation. She hoped Mr. Jackson wouldn’t try to worm his way out of it later.

Anastasia’s heart raced with anticipation as she let her gaze drift—seemingly by accident—down to Marcus’s legs.

In her previous life, she was the one who had healed him.

Back then, her face had been disfigured, and her crushing self-doubt kept her hidden away, like a caged songbird, in Aaron’s secluded estate outside Riverton.

She only ever left when something urgent came up—when some high-profile figure fell ill and no one else could help, Aaron and Penelope would send her in to work miracles.

She’d trusted the two of them completely, always concealing her face and name, healing strangers without ever questioning why.

Naturally, Marcus had rushed over, eager to see what kind of person could pull off such a feat.

As for the past—well, with the nature of Harrison’s relationship with her, it was impossible that Marcus would have ever heard of Anastasia before now.

Now, seeing Anastasia settle naturally at Harrison’s side—her body pressed close, her arm looped around his—Marcus was taken aback.

What truly shocked him was that Harrison didn’t push her away. He didn’t even look the slightest bit annoyed or uncomfortable.

In that moment, Marcus understood exactly where Anastasia stood—and his gaze grew noticeably more respectful.

“No need to be so formal. Just call me Marcus,” he said with an easy grin.

Anastasia smiled back. “Alright.”

For some reason, Marcus felt a shiver run down his spine, as if something in her eyes was oddly unsettling…

Feeling a bit jet-lagged after his journey, Marcus decided to head upstairs and rest for a while.