Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 246

Alice and Mr. Pierce stared, eyes wide, their faces frozen in disbelief.

Harrison’s gaze was icy as he looked up. “What, is it a problem for me to peel an apple for my wife? Do you object?”

Mr. Pierce blanched, scrambling to respond. “No, of course not! No objections at all!”

As if he’d dare object! He was just stunned—this was Harrison Lancaster, after all.

If it were any ordinary couple, a husband peeling an apple for his wife would be nothing out of the ordinary. But this was the same Mr. Harrison Lancaster the rumors spoke of—the man who dismissed women with a glance, the one who wouldn’t hesitate to have a socialite thrown out if she dared throw herself at him.

Uncertain and uneasy, Mr. Pierce risked a glance at Anastasia, suddenly recalling everything that had happened earlier. The realization hit him so hard he almost blacked out.

Harrison had gone twenty-seven years without peeling an apple for anyone, yet his hand wielded the knife with steady precision. The skin came off in a single, even ribbon, thin and perfect—a strangely mesmerizing sight.

In no time, the apple was stripped clean, set on a napkin, and quietly offered to Anastasia.

Anastasia accepted it with a delighted smile, but as she looked up, she caught Alice’s envious, unwilling gaze.

Suddenly, her lips curled in a lazy, triumphant smile. “Jealous, aren’t you? Wishing you could take my place? Too bad for you—he’s my husband, not yours.”

With an air of possession, she wrapped her arms around Harrison’s waist. The apple nearly slipped from her hands as she did, prompting Harrison to shoot her a warning look for the reckless move.

Anastasia tilted her head up, blinking innocently.

Harrison’s expression didn’t soften, but he didn’t push her away either. Instead, he took the apple from her grasp and set it aside, as if ensuring she wouldn’t drop it.

He might keep a stern face, his features perfectly composed, but the way he indulged and cared for the girl was evident in every gesture.

Anastasia noticed the tension in his jaw and couldn’t help but laugh even more brightly.

Everyone in the room knew the truth—she was nothing more than a servant’s daughter.

Harrison raised an eyebrow. “Luxury car?”

Just then, Logan entered the room. He glanced at Alice before explaining, “Mr. Archer from the security team says that whenever they were out running errands, Mary often asked them to give Alice a ride to school.”

A junior bodyguard chimed in, unable to hold back. “So she was just hitching rides? That wasn’t her family’s car at all!”

The crowd’s disdainful stares grew sharper, cutting right through Alice.

She felt as though her very skin had been stripped in front of everyone. Her mind buzzed, shame flooding her so completely she couldn’t even look up.

And worst of all, she had no way to defend herself—not a single word.