Revenge is My Love Language novel Chapter 605

She muttered on, then looked at Benson again. "If you're still angry, why are you going to see Anastasia today?"

Benson finally spoke. "There are just some things... I need to ask her."

He turned to look out the window, falling silent.

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**Rosewood Manor.**

Anastasia had the day off and was staying in. The night before, she'd been caught secretly playing games on her phone under the covers by Harrison, who had been working late in the study. It was nearly two in the morning.

She had tried to argue that she was too awake to sleep. So, to help her fall asleep, Mr. Harrison Lancaster had been forced to expend some effort. That effort had, unfortunately, gone a little overboard, and as a result, she didn't come downstairs, yawning, until one o'clock in the afternoon.

She was so drowsy she could barely keep her eyes open as she descended the stairs. She nearly missed a step and tumbled, but Harrison, ever vigilant, caught her in the nick of time, which led to another lecture.

When Benson and Juliet arrived, Anastasia was nestled in Harrison's arms, whining defensively. "I was only being careless because I saw you coming..."

Harrison was putting socks on her fair, beautiful feet. Hearing her excuse, his grip on her ankle tightened. "And what if I hadn't been in time?" he said, his face stern. "What if you had fallen and hurt yourself?"

Still feeling defiant, Anastasia was about to retort when the housekeeper announced, "Mr. Lancaster, Madam, Miss Juliet and Mr. Brennan are here."

Anastasia instinctively turned her head and met the gazes of her cousin and sister, who had just walked in. She flushed with embarrassment and tried to squirm out of Harrison's lap.

"Actually," she continued conspiratorially, "my brother has wanted to see you for a long time, but he could never find the right excuse and was too embarrassed to just show up. This time, since you saved him, he finally has a reason to come..."

"Juliet!" Benson cut her off, his voice sharp with annoyance as he grabbed her arm.

Juliet blinked, muttering under her breath, "Well, it's true. You've missed Anastasia a lot. You act like you don't care, but secretly, every time you see news about her, you spend ages staring at your phone... Ow! Fine, I'll stop! Why did you pinch me?"

Juliet whimpered, rubbing her smarting arm.

Having finally finished with Anastasia's socks, Harrison looked up at Benson. His gaze was brief, but it carried an immense, unspoken pressure.