Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 127

Anastasia’s heart was pounding.

Wife…

It was such a simple word. They were legally married—husband and wife, on paper and in every sense. Yet, hearing him call her that, she felt as if something soft inside her chest had been struck, hard.

Harrison ended the call and looked down at her. She seemed dazed, almost as if tipsy, prompting him to ask, “What’s wrong?”

“…Nothing!” Anastasia snapped back to reality, cheeks flushing as she turned away in embarrassment.

All that over a single word—how ridiculous.

Harrison didn’t press. His gaze shifted to the bank card in her hand. “What made you think of giving me this all of a sudden?”

Anastasia had no intention of dragging him into the Sterling family mess. She mumbled, “It just popped into my head, that’s all.”

Harrison didn’t respond right away.

A salary card…

He owned plenty of bank cards—but never one that meant something like this.

When he said nothing for a long moment, Anastasia’s voice grew small. “Don’t you want it, honey?”

Disappointed, she began to pull the card back, but his hand caught hers.

His deep, velvet voice rumbled above her. “I never said I didn’t want it.”

Anastasia’s face lit up with a bright smile.

“Oh, right—hubby, who was that on the phone just now?” she asked, trying to sound casual.

“A friend. Marcus Jackson.”

Marcus…!

The name made Anastasia’s eyes flicker.

Wasn’t Marcus his childhood friend—his closest brother in arms?

In her previous life, Mr. Jackson’s fate had left a deep impression on her.

If she remembered correctly, by this time, Marcus had already been poisoned—left crippled…

Back then, only she could save him. Maybe this time, too.

“Is that Mr. Jackson? I heard his leg—”

She didn’t finish. Harrison suddenly looked down at her, eyes narrowing. “How do you know about that, Ana?”

Anastasia froze, then realized—at this point, Marcus’s poisoning was still a secret. No one outside should know.

He sounded casual enough, but there was a subtle intensity in his gaze—a quiet, pressing demand for an answer.

A bead of cold sweat slid down the back of her neck. She ducked her head, fumbling, “I… I have a friend in Riverton. The Jacksons reached out to them, that’s all…”

Whether Harrison believed her or not, he let it drop. He didn’t mention Marcus’s leg again—just ruffled her hair and said, “Time for bed.”

Anastasia felt like she’d just been pardoned by the king. “Okay!”

She instinctively headed for her own room, but he caught her by the wrist.

“Where are you going?” Harrison asked.

“Back to my room,” she replied, blinking in confusion.

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