Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 155

But before she could deal with Penelope, Anastasia was jolted awake by a phone call in the dead of night.

Half asleep, she fumbled for her phone and pressed it to her ear. Harrison’s voice came through—a low, hoarse whisper, struggling to keep something at bay.

“Ana.”

She thought for a moment she was dreaming, her reply muffled and dazed. “...Honey?”

“Come outside. I’m at the front gate.”

That woke her up. Anastasia glanced at the clock: 3:30 a.m.

What was Harrison doing outside the university gates at this hour?

Her heart pounding, she threw on the nearest jacket, slipped her feet into her slippers, and hurried out of the dorm.

Across the room, Helen stirred, awakened by the commotion. She propped herself up, watching Anastasia’s anxious silhouette disappear through the door, eyes flickering with suspicion. Had she just heard Anastasia call someone... honey?

At the university gate, Anastasia spotted the familiar car parked under the streetlight. She broke into a run.

“Honey! You—!”

She barely got the words out before Harrison pulled her into his arms, holding her so tightly she could barely breathe.

Pressed against his chest, her face tucked into the crook of his neck, Anastasia felt his tension slowly ebb away, his clenched jaw relaxing as the storm inside him finally began to subside.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” she managed, worry outweighing the discomfort of his iron grip.

He took in her worried eyes, the hastily thrown-on jacket, her mismatched slippers. Something unnameable flickered across his face.

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