Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 537

Her phone suddenly rang, pulling her from her thoughts.

It was Logan, giving her a brief report. "Miss Stella is pestering Mr. Lancaster to take her out."

Anastasia raised an eyebrow. "Alright, I've got it."

She hung up and immediately called Harrison. Whatever Stella was planning, she would nip it in the bud.

When the call connected, she whined sweetly, "Hubby, can you come pick me up?"

"Of course," Harrison replied.

***

At Rosewood Manor.

Stella felt she was on the verge of convincing her uncle to go out with her when he took a call. The moment he hung up, he stood and instructed, "Get the car ready. I'm picking up my wife."

He grabbed his coat and headed for the door without a backward glance.

Stella was dumbfounded. "Uncle Harrison, where are you going?!"

"To pick up your aunt," he said, his tall, imposing figure already disappearing outside.

Stella was furious, punching the sofa cushion in frustration.

*It's like that vixen is doing this on purpose!*

An hour later, Anastasia walked in, arm in arm with Harrison.

Stella immediately rushed over. "Uncle Harrison!" She shot a glare at Anastasia before turning back to him with a pout. "Please, just go out with me once…"

Before Harrison could respond, Anastasia tightened her grip on his arm and said in a soft, delicate voice, "Hubby, my feet hurt."

Harrison wasn't surprised. He wrapped an arm around her waist to steady her and pinched her cheek. "What was that all about, hm?"

Anastasia hugged him tightly and huffed, her voice full of suspicion and possessiveness. "You are not allowed to go out with Stella!"

Harrison's expression was unreadable. "Why not?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Anastasia said. "She's trying to set you up with that Ms. Lawson. Who knows what kind of trouble she'll stir up between us? You can't go out with her!"

Seeing her on high alert, a corner of Harrison’s mouth lifted. He brushed his thumb across her soft cheek. "Does Ana not trust my feelings for you? Do you really think she could ruin that with a few petty tricks?"

Despite his words, he agreed. "Alright. I won't go out with her." He leaned in and kissed her lips, his affection and indulgence clear.

Only then was Anastasia satisfied, a smug smile gracing her face.

Suddenly, her feet left the floor as he pushed her back onto the nearby sofa.