Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 93

Anastasia didn’t notice anything unusual about Harrison. She was too furious at Aaron, so much so that she didn’t even realize two people had appeared at the doorway.

Without thinking, she lunged forward, grabbed a fistful of Aaron’s hair, and slammed his head hard onto the table.

“You’re the one who’s cursed! Your whole family’s cursed!”

She smashed his head down again.

“My husband’s going to live a long and happy life! Even if weeds grow taller than your tombstone, he’ll still be healthy and kicking!”

She yanked his hair again, her words sharp as ice. “With a mouth like yours, I bet your mother never taught you any manners. Guess I’ll have to give you a lesson myself!”

Her decisiveness, her ruthlessness, and the coldness in her voice stunned everyone in the room. No one could have guessed that this delicate-looking woman could unleash such terrifying force.

Aaron was so shocked, he barely had time to react. He let out a wail, his mind racing in disbelief—was this really Anastasia? Wasn’t she supposed to be a gentle little flower?

By the door, Logan stood frozen. So this was the lady that Mr. Lancaster had been worried about, afraid she’d be bullied?

He sneaked a glance at Mr. Lancaster. When Aaron had started spouting off, Harrison’s expression had turned stormy. But now, watching his petite wife go full berserker, the darkness in his eyes seemed to lift, as if a gentle breeze had blown away the clouds.

He gazed steadily at her, that slender figure the only color in his world.

Ever since he’d gotten sick, Harrison had seen every kind of look—pity, scorn, ridicule. This was the first time someone had stood up, furious, to defend him.

Aaron’s head was bleeding, but all he could think was: his Ana was adorable, even when she was terrifying.

Anastasia’s eyes were icy, her face fierce. Seeing Aaron’s head covered in blood, she still didn’t feel satisfied—she was about to kick him for good measure when she looked up and—

Oh, crap.

“Ahhh!!”

She lost control of her grip, nearly ripping out a chunk of Aaron’s scalp, making him shriek with pain.

She shot Aaron a glare sharp enough to cut.

Harrison caught her little act, and a faint smile flickered in his eyes. “Come here.”

Anastasia shuffled over, anxious.

“Hubby…”

She was bracing for anger, for him to be disgusted with her. But as soon as she got close, his hand closed around hers.

His warm palm enveloped her small, cold hand. He glanced down, his handsome face a little stern. “You got blood on you.”

Two drops of Aaron’s blood had splattered her pale skin.

“…Huh?” Anastasia, still spinning from adrenaline, hadn’t expected that at all. She looked up at him, stunned.