Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 206

Harrison glanced at her but said nothing as he set her down.

Anastasia took a few steps on her own, then suddenly stopped.

After a brief pause, she turned around, spread her arms wide, and said, “…Honey, carry me.”

Harrison just stared at her in silence.

It was lunchtime, and Marcus had already taken his seat at the dining table. Hearing the commotion, he turned around instinctively—and with a startled gasp, dropped his fork and knife onto his plate.

Anastasia had her arms looped around Harrison’s neck, her long, slender legs swinging lazily in the air. She looked completely unbothered. “What are you staring at? Haven’t you ever seen a man carry his wife before?”

Marcus was speechless, but finally managed to retort, “If you really can’t walk, I can lend you my wheelchair.”

Before Anastasia could reply, Harrison cut in, his voice calm but unmistakably warning, “Marcus, show your sister-in-law some respect.”

Marcus stared at him in disbelief. Wasn’t this favoritism a bit too obvious?

Whenever Harrison scolded him, he never so much as raised an eyebrow. But the moment anyone so much as teased Anastasia, Harrison jumped to her defense. Marcus grumbled under his breath, “Would you react like this if I were your wife?”

Without missing a beat, Harrison replied coolly, “Are you my wife?”

Anastasia couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

Marcus was left speechless, a fork still frozen in his hand.

All through lunch, Marcus picked at his food in a daze, stealing glances at the couple across from him. Sure enough, he saw Harrison picking out food for Anastasia, the usual coldness in his eyes softened by a tenderness he couldn’t hide. The notorious Mr. Harrison Lancaster, known for his icy temper and ruthless reputation, suddenly didn’t seem so frightening.

And then there was this morning… The ever-disciplined Harrison had actually slept in until nine!

Who would have thought that the “king who forsakes his morning court” cliché would one day apply to Harrison Lancaster?

Marcus had assumed Harrison’s interest in Anastasia was just a fleeting infatuation, but now he realized he’d been wrong.

This girl had truly become the treasure of his heart.

Alice shrugged nonchalantly. “Oh, they’re just whatever’s available in the garage—I barely even notice.”

Her words set off a chorus of admiration, the girls even more convinced of her extraordinary family background.

“But Alice, how come your driver only drops you off? He never picks you up after school.”

Alice’s smile faltered for a split second.

—Well, that was because she always hitched rides with the bodyguards from Rosewood Manor. They only gave her a lift as a favor to her mother, and only if they happened to be running errands in the area. As for picking her up after school? With her status, that was out of the question.

“I asked for it that way,” she replied with a breezy air. “I like my freedom after classes—it’s more fun that way, don’t you think?”

The girls, ever trusting, sighed in admiration. “Ah, the dilemmas of the rich! Even having a driver feels like too much.”

They flocked around Alice, treating her like a celebrity as they headed into the school together.