Lennon even lounged lazily, glancing impatiently at his watch as if Harrison’s return was an inconvenience, interrupting his valuable time. Looking at his attire—the watch, the clothes, the shoes—every item was a luxury brand, each piece costing more than his original family could have ever afforded.
Anastasia averted her gaze.
When Harrison had been making introductions earlier, he had completely skipped over Susan and her children. Even when mentioning his own father, his tone was detached. It was obvious he held them in contempt and that his relationship with his father was strained.
Crystal, however, seemed to admire Harrison greatly and had tried to interject several times, only to be ignored.
Finally, after Mr. Lancaster Sr. had finished catching up with his grandson, Crystal saw her chance. “I heard you were coming back, so I made some soup for you. Would you like some now?”
All eyes turned to her.
But Crystal only had eyes for Harrison, her own shining with a mixture of shyness and hope.
The old man’s expression darkened slightly. He seemed on the verge of saying something but ultimately held his tongue. The matriarch, meanwhile, acted as if she hadn’t heard a thing, smoothly changing the subject. “Ana, dear, are you hungry? I can have the kitchen prepare something for you.”
Anastasia smiled gently. “I’m not hungry right now, Grandmother. I ate on the plane.”
“You barely ate anything on the plane,” Harrison cut in, effortlessly ignoring Crystal. He frowned slightly, his voice softening with patient concern as he turned to Ana. “Are you sure you’re not hungry?”
His tender demeanor was so unlike his usual self that it drew looks of surprise from everyone. Could the cold, ruthless Harrison Lancaster really have such a gentle side? It made them all take a second look at Anastasia. Just moments ago, they had wondered if he had fallen for a pretty face, but his attitude now was anything but that of a man treating a beautiful toy.


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