Chapter 120
She was a medical student in her previous life, no stranger to blood and gore. Yet even she was stunned by the scene before her.
Clapping a trembling hand over her mouth, she spun around and bolted to the bathroom.
The room fell into a suffocating silence.
Logan and the others stood frozen, cold sweat beading on their brows as the air grew heavy and oppressive.
The man’s eyes were cold and shadowed, both godlike and demonic. The moment he saw Anastasia appear, his expression shifted, though she didn’t notice.
She ran.
She fled.
Harrison closed his eyes, then kicked aside the man at his feet and spoke with icy indifference, “Get rid of it.”
He strode toward the bathroom.
Not far away, Thomas watched with a satisfied smile, quickly sending a message: [Alice, I did you a favor. Anastasia is finished!]
In the bathroom.
Anastasia’s face was pale as paper. She clung to the sink, retching so hard that tears welled up in her eyes.
Harrison’s long strides were unhurried, but relentless as he closed the distance to the bathroom, the sound of her dry heaving echoing in his ears. His chiseled face remained impassive.
No one knew just how cold his heart had grown the instant he saw fear on her face.
Plenty of people feared him he didn’t care. Many hated his violent ways-he cared even less. TÊœe sourcá´‡ of thɪs content ɪs.net
But Ana, his little wife, she was different.
Still, it didn’t matter. From the moment she’d called him “Hubby,” the moment she’d thrown her arms around him, the moment she’d confessed she loved him… she’d lost the chance to ever leave.
For the rest of this life, she was destined to stay by his side.
Harrison’s eyes were as deep and dark as a winter lake, his very presence making it hard to breathe.
“Did I scare you?”
Anastasia had just managed to straighten up when his low voice rumbled in her
ear.
She froze, startled, and looked up in panic to find Harrison suddenly beside her. His gaze darkened, as if he hadn’t noticed her distress.
“I Anastasia tried to speak, but before she could finish, his long, cool fingers gently tilted her chin.
He held a handkerchief and, with surprising tenderness, wiped her mouth clean.
Anastasia stayed frozen, hardly daring to breathe.
“Ana, are you scared?” he asked softly.
She shuddered, tears springing to her eyes.
Harrison’s lips tightened. He fixed her with a steady look for several seconds, then abruptly let go and turned to leave.
Panic shot through Anastasia’s chest.
“Hubby!” she blurted, throwing her arms around him with all the strength she had left.
Harrison stopped, his broad frame stiffening for a moment.
“I am a little scared… but if you hold me, Hubby, I’m not scared anymore Her voice was weak, but every word was clear.
He was silent for a long moment. When he finally spoke, his voice was hoarse, “You want me to hold you? But aren’t you scared of me, Ana?”
“No!” She shook her head hard, catching the meaning behind his words. Her heart ached with guilt, nearly swallowing her whole.
“No she choked, fighting back sobs.
That gruesome scene had frightened her, and yes, the unfamiliar side of Harrison had startled her as well. But how could she possibly fear him?
How could she?
In her previous life, this man had loved her more than life itself, ultimately giving his own life to save hers.
Anyone else had a right to fear him-everyone except her.
Tears slipped down her cheeks, soaking the back of his shirt.
“Hubby, hold me
It was as if Harrison was in a dream. He drew her into his arms, his large hand hesitantly coming to rest on her slender back. When he felt her clutch him even tighter, he finally believed this moment was real.
“Alright. Hubby’s here,” he murmured, holding her close.
With her in his arms, he felt as if his heart was finally whole.