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Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 267

Anastasia watched as her cousin’s car pulled away, and only then did she notice Marcus nearby. She was just about to greet him when he wheeled over to her with surprising speed, grabbing her wrist. His voice was urgent. “Who was that just now?!”

She blinked in surprise. “My cousin. What’s wrong with you?”

“Your cousin? What’s… what’s her name?” Marcus knew he didn’t recognize the girl, but the question tumbled out before he could stop himself.

Anastasia frowned, studying him with a puzzled look. “She’s just my cousin. Why are you asking so many questions?”

She pulled her hand free with a cool expression. “Look, I know my cousin’s pretty, but you’re engaged. Don’t you think these questions are a little out of line?”

With that, she wheeled herself away.

Marcus stayed rooted to the spot, barely hearing her words. The brief glimpse he’d caught of the girl kept replaying in his mind, making his thoughts drift and scatter. Suddenly, a sharp pain stabbed through his chest, as if a needle had pierced his heart. Instinctively, he pressed a hand over it.

It felt as though… as though he owed that girl a tremendous debt from a past life.

He hadn’t even gotten a good look at her—just a glimpse of her profile before she climbed into the car. But somehow, that fleeting glance had bewitched him, and he couldn’t control his reaction.

It wasn’t until Anastasia’s figure disappeared down the hall that Marcus snapped out of his trance, recalling her pointed warning. He tapped his head, both confused and strangely hollow.

Right. He was engaged. Why on earth was he thinking about another woman?

The sachet incident had already planted doubts in his mind about his injury and whether Anastasia was involved, but he hadn’t clarified anything yet. He shouldn’t jump to conclusions—what if she knew nothing about it at all and was simply being used?

He’d have to wait until he was back in Riverton to get to the bottom of things.

And until then, his fiancée was still the woman he loved most, the one who mattered most in his life. How could he let a stranger affect him like this?

She climbed out of bed and hopped to the balcony on one foot. Peering down, she saw Mary and Alice.

The two of them, mother and daughter, were dragging suitcases, looking like castaways as they prepared to leave Rosewood Manor for good.

The staff stood a short distance away, pointing and whispering.

“I always knew this day would come! Her mother’s just a housekeeper—who does she think she is, acting like some kind of heiress?”

“Exactly! Always strutting around, claiming she’s practically Lady Rosewood’s granddaughter. But her mom’s Mary. That makes her what, half a servant? Who is she trying to impress?”

“I won’t even mention the past, but the lady of the house is here now. And Alice still thinks she’s better than her? Please, where does she get that confidence?”

“I heard what happened at school from Fiona. My God, does she have no shame at all? No wonder—she’s the housekeeper’s daughter!”

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