Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 287

The world spun, and suddenly she was swept off her feet—literally—lifted into his arms.

“Let me go!” Anastasia struggled instinctively, her voice breaking. “I’m not going with you—mmph!”

But his arms, strong as steel, held her fast. No matter how she writhed, there was no escaping his iron grip.

Cradling her, Harrison strode out of the dorm building, his steps determined and unyielding.

A gasp rippled through the small crowd gathered outside. “What on earth…?!”

Everyone saw it happen—Anastasia, in tears and fighting to break free, while the man’s face was cold and forbidding, leaving no room for defiance as he carried her straight to the car.

Anastasia felt every stare burning into her, humiliation crashing over her in waves. She twisted, desperate, fumbling for the door handle the instant he set her down inside.

But before her hand could even brush the latch, he yanked her back, his grip unrelenting.

“And where exactly do you think you’re going, hmm?”

“It’s none of your business!” she snapped, breathless with anger.

His hold tightened, nearly trembling with restraint. “Are you trying to leave me, Ana?”

The question cut through her panic, slicing it with something sharper—fear. She looked up and saw a haunted wildness in his eyes, a look she’d seen before when his demons took hold, except now the intensity was even more frightening.

“Ana?” His hand cupped her cheek, his gaze pinning her in place. “Are you trying to leave me?”

There was something in him now that made her want to shrink away, but beneath the fear was a deeper ache—pity, and love.

She jerked her face aside, blinking back tears. “I didn’t do anything wrong! You’re always dictating, forcing me to apologize. What’s so wrong about not wanting to see you?”

“You did nothing wrong?” Harrison shut his eyes, visibly struggling to keep his composure, his fingers digging into her wrist. “Then is it me who’s at fault?”

Before she could reply, his voice rolled over her, low and rough.

“You didn’t want me to go, you were scared I’d get hurt, scared something would happen to me. But did you ever stop to think about me?”

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