Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 110

Alice’s eyes flew wide, her fists clenching so tightly her knuckles turned white.

Mr. Harrison Lancaster—who hated physical contact with anyone, especially women—had just kissed Anastasia. Kissed her. Voluntarily.

Alice was so furious she thought her liver might burst. She wanted nothing more than to shove Anastasia aside and take her place.

A few minutes later, she came downstairs.

Mary hurried over, lowering her voice. “Well? Did Mr. Lancaster soften up and let you come back?”

Alice nearly burst into tears. “He told me I’m to stay in the guesthouse from now on. I’m not allowed over here anymore!”

“What?” Mary stared at her in disbelief.

“He said that witch Anastasia would be upset if she saw me!” Alice was seething, and now real tears spilled down her cheeks.

If she couldn’t come over anymore, how was she supposed to get close to Mr. Lancaster?

Upstairs.

Anastasia felt like a rag doll, being pulled so tightly into his arms it was as if Harrison wanted to press her into his very bones.

For a moment, she actually thought he might just devour her whole.

When she finally wriggled free, she blurted, “You should take your medicine now! It’s going to get cold!”

They had to stop. She was honestly afraid she’d go down in history as the first woman ever to suffocate to death from a kiss.

“You’re right. It’s time for my medicine.” Harrison brushed a thumb across the corner of her lips, wiping away a trace of moisture.

Anastasia let out a sigh of relief—thank goodness he was cooperative.

She’d snuck a look at his medication before. It couldn’t cure him, but it kept his condition stable, at least until she could finish developing the new drug. The prescription had been drawn up by the very best doctors the Lancaster family could find.

As long as he kept taking it, he’d be fine for the next six months, no problem.

She picked up the bowl of medicine from the table and offered it to him.

But Harrison didn’t take it.

He leaned back against the sofa, completely at ease, one arm still wrapped around her waist, making escape impossible. His hawk-like eyes fixed on her.

“Feed me, Ana,” he said.

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