Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 9

After a brief silence, Harrison finally spoke. “No need.”

Anastasia grew anxious. “But your injury—”

“Let Logan come in.”

Relief swept across Anastasia’s face. “Alright!”

She was just glad he was willing to let someone tend his wounds. What she feared most was him getting angry and refusing help, letting the injury fester.

She hurried to the door and pulled it open. “Logan, could you come and help Mr. Lancaster change his bandages?”

“…What?” Logan blinked, caught off guard.

“You coming in or not?” Harrison’s voice cut through the hallway, cold and stern.

Logan scrambled inside, still looking a little shell-shocked as he brushed past Anastasia.

How long had it been? Since when was Mr. Lancaster so easy to deal with?

…The new Mrs. Lancaster must have some magic about her.

As Anastasia left, she caught Logan giving her a look—something complicated flickering in his eyes.

She raised her eyebrows, confused, but didn’t dwell on it. Her mood lighter now, she headed back to her own room.

She remembered her phone—switched off the whole day. Turning it on, she barely had time to blink before Aaron’s name flashed on the screen, calling.

Anastasia’s expression chilled. She rejected the call and blocked the number, not hesitating even for a second.

Barely a moment passed before another call came through—this time from her father, Gabriel.

“Why has your phone been off all day?” he demanded the instant she picked up.

Anastasia lowered her gaze, her tone cool and even. “It died.”

“You’re at Rosewood Manor now, aren’t you?”

“Yes. Why?”

“You’d better behave yourself. Now that you’re married to Mr. Lancaster, stop entertaining any foolish ideas. Cut off anyone you need to, and do it for good,” Gabriel warned, his voice sharp.

That was what he loved most about Nora. She’d never once mistreated his daughter from his first marriage. If anything, she’d spoiled her, so much that people often thought she was Anastasia’s real mother.

“It’s only what I should do,” Nora replied with a graceful smile, her voice gentle. “Cecilia and I were dear friends. Of course I’d look after her daughter.”

Back at Rosewood Manor, after her call with Gabriel, Anastasia suddenly remembered she hadn’t warned Harrison about something.

She hurried next door.

Logan had already left, and the door was ajar. She peeked inside—the bedroom was empty, but the bathroom light was on. Harrison must be showering.

She hesitated, about to leave, when a loud thud sounded from the bathroom.

Her face paled; she didn’t stop to think. She rushed over and flung the door open. “Are you—!”

There was a heartbeat of stunned silence.

Then—slam!

Without hesitation, Anastasia yanked the door shut again.