Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 96

“Don’t move.” The man’s voice held a hint of exasperation as he gently pressed her head down.

The dreamy look in Anastasia’s eyes vanished instantly. Mortified, she jerked her head away.

Oh God, I got caught staring! How embarrassing!

Seeing her ears flush crimson, Harrison’s lips curled into the faintest of smiles.

Back at Rosewood Manor, Anastasia hurried out of the car the moment it stopped. “I—I need to put these clothes away!”

She and Fiona had gone on quite the shopping spree that afternoon.

Watching her flee in a fluster, completely forgetting to help him with his wheelchair, Harrison wasn’t the least bit annoyed. If anything, the amusement in his eyes grew more visible.

“Mr. Lancaster, do you need a hand?” Fiona asked cautiously.

Harrison’s smile faded as he withdrew his gaze, his tone turning cool and authoritative. “No need. Go on inside. If Ana asks, just tell her I have other matters to attend to and will be back later.”

He didn’t get out, simply instructed the driver to pull away from Rosewood Manor.

Not far off, Alice stood frozen, having heard every word. She bit her lip hard.

Ana?

What did that woman do to make Mr. Lancaster treat her so differently?

A sharp sense of danger welled up inside her.

She could feel it—Mr. Lancaster was starting to see Anastasia in a new light.

No. She couldn’t just sit back and let that woman take him.

Mr. Lancaster was hers.

…

Dining Room.

Aaron knelt on the floor, forced down by two guards. His face was chalk-white, cold sweat dripping down his temples, eyes wide with terror at the man in the wheelchair before him.

Harrison had come back.

“Un—Uncle Harrison…” Aaron’s voice trembled. He’d thought he’d escaped, but Harrison had returned after all.

Harrison’s gaze landed on him, devoid of even the slightest warmth.

“Let me make one thing clear: Ana is my wife.” Harrison’s voice was quiet, his expression unreadable, but the threat was unmistakable. “I do not appreciate anyone coveting what’s mine.”

Aaron trembled so violently he nearly wet himself.

Logan spoke up, “Mr. Lancaster, what should we do with him?”

Harrison’s answer was cold and unhurried. “Break his legs.”

Logan blinked in surprise. Since when had Mr. Lancaster become so merciful?

Harrison lowered his eyes, absently fiddling with the cufflinks at his wrist. For a moment, an uncharacteristic gentleness softened his brow.

He didn’t want to show mercy—but more than that, he didn’t want Ana to be afraid of him.

He knew the rumors: that he was violent, ruthless, cruel.

They weren’t lies. Once, he had been.

But not anymore.

“Let’s go.” He glanced at his watch, ignoring Aaron’s screams, and gave the order.