Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 209

In the car, Logan spoke up in surprise.

From the back seat, Harrison followed Logan’s gaze. Immediately, he spotted a girl—someone he recognized all too well.

Harrison’s obsidian eyes narrowed dangerously. He mentally reviewed Anastasia’s class schedule. At this time of day, she was supposed to be in class.

Meanwhile, Anastasia was blissfully unaware that anyone was watching her. Suddenly, her phone buzzed.

A message from Harrison popped up:

[When do you finish class?]

A flicker of guilt flashed across her eyes as she typed back,

[Soon, just twenty more minutes!]

She planned to keep her little secret for now—she wanted to surprise him once everything was ready.

Back in the car, Harrison read her reply, his expression unreadable, his gaze darkening.

Logan, fidgeting in the passenger seat, ventured nervously, “The last two periods are just electives, right? Not really important. It’s normal if she skips them.”

Harrison glanced out the window, offering no reply. He simply said, “Drive.”

Logan shot a worried look toward the campus, silently hoping Anastasia wouldn’t get into trouble.

Anastasia strolled around a bit longer, then, as the time drew near, she said goodbye to her cousin and made her way home.

The moment she stepped through the door and saw Harrison, her eyes lit up. She ran straight to him, beaming. “Honey, I’m home from class!”

Harrison’s face was calm as ever. “What did you study today?”

Anastasia thought for a moment. “World Art History.”

“Was it interesting?”

She made a face. “A little boring, actually.”

Harrison’s large hand gently ruffled her hair. His gaze was dark and deep. “If it’s boring, there’s no need to waste your time.”

She protested immediately, “No way! I signed up for the class, didn’t I? Skipping would be disrespectful to the professor.”

Helen’s eyes widened, her heart pounding.

That’s it. Anastasia is finished! She actually dared to cheat on the boss!

A twisted, triumphant smile curled on Helen’s lips as she quickly snapped a photo and sent it to Logan.

Apartment.

The living room was shrouded in silence.

On the coffee table, a phone screen glowed with Helen’s covertly taken photo.

Logan felt his heart in his throat. In the tense atmosphere, a chilling voice finally rang out—

“Find out everything.”

On the sofa, Harrison opened his eyes, which had been half-closed. They were as cold and dark as midnight.

He didn’t trust Helen. Compared to someone as petty and scheming as her, he’d much rather believe in the girl who spent her days wrapped around him, begging for affection.