Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 269

Marcus—Mr. Jackson—she’d known him for years. She’d always thought she held some place in his heart, even if it wasn’t all that significant.

After all, whenever he visited the Lancaster family to see Harrison, he’d sometimes tease her just to pass the time.

She called him Marco, and not once had he ever failed to respond.

But now, she realized how wrong she’d been.

His expression just now was exactly the same as it always was when he used to toy with her. Exactly the same—she was nothing more than a passing amusement, something he paid no real mind to, just a trivial distraction when he was bored.

Suddenly, something made her turn sharply, eyes darting up to the balcony.

And in that instant, a striking figure caught her gaze.

—Anastasia!

Alice’s eyes burned red, hatred clawing at her chest until it felt like her heart might bleed. She wanted nothing more than to break free from the bodyguards and tear that woman to pieces.

Anastasia! Anastasia!!

It was all her fault—if not for Anastasia, none of this would have happened to her!

Seething with resentment and unwillingness to accept her fate, Alice and her mother were unceremoniously thrown out of Rosewood Manor.

Upstairs.

Anastasia met Alice’s glare and knew, without a doubt, that Alice now despised her with every fiber of her being.

But so what? She’d brought this on herself.

With a careless shrug, Anastasia turned away from the balcony.

She’d barely taken two steps when Harrison walked into the bedroom and caught her. His brow furrowed, eyes darkening.

“Woke up and didn’t call me? What are you doing wandering around? Does your foot not hurt enough yet?”

Anastasia shrank away from his touch, about to get out of the car when something suddenly occurred to her. She hesitated, then turned back with feigned casualness. “Honey, what have you been up to these past couple days? If you’re going out, can you take me with you?”

Harrison’s dark eyes lowered, settling on her face. “Shouldn’t you be focusing on your classes instead of worrying about this?”

“I’m just concerned about you!” Anastasia pouted, twisting around to hug him, cheeks puffed in mock annoyance. “I don’t care—I want to know! What have you been doing these past couple days?”

Her playful tone couldn’t quite hide a trace of anxiety.

It had just hit her—in her previous life, it was around this time that Alice had pulled something that not only got Thomas killed, but nearly cost Harrison his life too.

The memory flashed through her mind: Harrison, covered in blood, being rushed into the hospital. The image was so vivid, her grip on his suit jacket tightened involuntarily, wrinkling the fabric.

Harrison looked at her. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, really. I’m just worried about you,” Anastasia said quickly, trying her best to mask her nerves.