Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 207

Anastasia wasn’t far away when she heard some commotion behind her. She paused and glanced back over her shoulder.

Alice, caught off guard, found herself locking eyes with Anastasia. Her heart skipped a beat, and she immediately dropped her gaze, flustered and guilty.

Anastasia narrowed her eyes, but before she could give it much thought, a girl suddenly dashed up to her. “Are you Anastasia? Someone’s looking for you!”

She pointed toward the grove of trees nearby.

Anastasia sized up the unfamiliar girl. “Someone’s looking for me? Who?”

The girl hesitated, eyes darting away. “You’ll see when you get there. I have to go!” And with that, she hurried off.

Anastasia considered for a moment, then headed toward the grove.

As she approached, she immediately spotted a figure she vaguely recognized—

“Anastasia!”

Her lips pressed into a thin line, and a look of open disgust flashed in her eyes.

Of all people, it was Samuel Paisley.

Without a second thought, she turned on her heel to leave.

“Wait—!” Samuel scrambled to block her path, and before she could react, he thrust a bouquet of roses right under her nose.

“Anastasia, I like you! Please, give me a chance!”

What the hell?

Anastasia almost wanted to dig her finger in her ear.

She was sure she’d misheard. “—Excuse me?”

“I said, the one I’ve truly liked all along is you!”

Samuel’s face was the very picture of earnest devotion—but who would have guessed that just days ago, he’d been hopelessly infatuated with Penelope?

Anastasia let out a sharp, unkind laugh. “Samuel, do you think I’m an idiot?”

Samuel’s expression didn’t change; his eyes were glued to her, lovesick and unblinking. “Anastasia, I really do like you…”

Still, with her looks, it wasn’t exactly a loss.

His eyes lingered on her figure, and he couldn’t help swallowing.

If Anastasia grew attached after he finished using the Sterlings, well—he supposed he could tolerate keeping her around as his girlfriend a little longer…

He just hoped she wouldn’t start pulling any of those melodramatic stunts—crying, screaming, threatening. He’d seen enough of that and frankly, it bored him.

“Anastasia…” Lost in his daydream, his gaze turned greasy as he reached out, aiming to touch her shoulder.

Anastasia’s eyes turned icy. The moment before his hand landed, she seized his wrist—

And twisted, hard.

Samuel let out an agonized scream, all his fantasies shattering in an instant.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Anastasia threw him off as if he were trash, looking down at him with cool contempt. “Like me? You? Do you even know what a joke you are? Where do you get the nerve to be so confident?”

She waved a hand in front of her nose in disgust. “Stay away from me. Just having to breathe the same air as you is enough to make me sick!”