Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 205

“Liar!”

The sun was already high in the sky when Anastasia’s indignant accusation rang out, her voice full of wounded outrage as she sat up in bed.

A sharp click sounded—someone opened the bedroom door. Harrison strode in, his steps confident and unhurried.

“You’re awake?”

Before Anastasia could even gather her thoughts, a shadow fell across her bed. Harrison’s tall, broad form loomed over her, already dressed for the day. He leaned down, his shirt collar unbuttoned just enough to reveal a hint of his toned chest.

Anastasia, still fuming, buried her face in the covers. “You lied to me…”

Her voice was raspy with sleep and brimming with grievance, every syllable a silent accusation.

“How did I lie to you?” Harrison’s expression didn’t change.

She turned her head and glared at him. “You said it was a reward!”

There was a teasing glint in Harrison’s eyes as he replied coolly, “And didn’t you like your reward, Ana?”

His gaze was almost tangible, filled with something intense and indefinable. Heat crept up her neck, and her cheeks flushed scarlet. She huffed, unable to form a coherent retort.

“Well? Did you like it?” he pressed, leaning in closer. His strong arms caged her in on either side, determined to coax an answer from her.

His presence was overwhelming, stealing the very air from the room. Anastasia shrank back, retreating deeper beneath the covers, her blushing face half-hidden.

She hardly recognized herself. When she’d first returned, she’d been bold and forward, never one to shy away from anything. But somehow, somewhere along the way, Harrison had become like a wolf in sheep’s clothing—slowly revealing his true, dominant nature. Now, the upper hand was his, and she was left flustered and helpless under his teasing.

Seeing he wouldn’t relent, she finally surrendered, whispering so softly it was barely audible.

“What was that?” Harrison asked, making no move to ease up.

Anastasia felt like she might combust from embarrassment. Pushing at his solid arm, she mumbled, “Would you get off me…”

Clinging to Harrison’s neck, she nuzzled into his shoulder, whining softly, “Honey, I feel awful…”

Harrison couldn’t help but chuckle at how quickly her grudge had vanished.

He carried her to the bathroom, helped her freshen up, then asked, “Are you hungry?”

“Starving!” Anastasia nodded so hard she nearly gave herself whiplash.

He started carrying her downstairs.

“Wait! I want to walk on my own!” she protested.

It was one thing to be carried around upstairs, but downstairs the house staff would see—plus, Marcus was probably around! That guy would never let her live this down.

She didn’t know Marcus that well, but somehow she just knew he’d tease her about it.