Chapter 606

Anastasia also looked at Benson, completely surprised by what Juliet had said. She had always thought her cousin despised her.
Benson’s expression grew stiff under her gaze. He avoided her eyes. “I just came to thank you.” He glanced at Harrison before adding, “I’d like to talk to you alone. There are some things… I need to ask you.”
Anastasia was still processing her sister’s words, a small bloom of happiness spreading in her chest. “Okay,” she agreed immediately.
Harrison, however, was not pleased. His eyes darkened, and his arm tightened possessively around her waist, showing no intention of letting her go.
“Weren’t you just saying how hungry you were?” he said coolly. “Go eat first.”
Without waiting for a response, he simply lifted her into his arms and carried her toward the dining room.
Anastasia struggled slightly, glancing quickly back at Benson, her face flushing. “Hubby, I can walk on my own It was one thing when they were alone, but in front of her cousin, she felt a pang of embarrassment.
Harrison’s face was a cold mask. “Others can see, but he can’t?”
“That’s not what I meant
Before she could finish, he had already carried her into the dining room.
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Juliet sidled up to him, beaming. “Aren’t Anastasia and Harrison perfect together? With him around, we’ll never have to worry about her being bullied again.”
Benson didn’t reply, but Juliet was sharp enough to notice that her brother didn’t seem happy at all.
“Brother?” she asked, a puzzled look on her face.
Benson tore his gaze away. “It’s nothing.”
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Half an hour later, Anastasia returned to the living room after her meal.
“Anastasia, where’s Mr. Jackson?” Juliet asked curiously.
“He took someone over to Grandma’s.” Stella Lancaster, after insisting on staying at Rosewood Manor, had finally decided she couldnt stand it anymore and
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Mrs. Lancaster had taken her in, and Marcus Jackson, now able to walk, had accompanied them.
“Why do you ask?” Anastasia eyed her cousin suspiciously. She remembered that scoundrel Marcus acting strangely around Juliet. Surely her sister hadn’t fallen for his tricks?
Sensing her thoughts, Juliet blushed. “I just didn’t see him around, so I asked!”
Anastasia remained skeptical but let it go for now. She turned to Benson. “Cousin, should we talk outside?”
Benson stood up, but Harrison’s voice cut in, “No. Go upstairs.” His tone was light, but it held an unyielding command.
Anastasia’s cheeks puffed out. “Why? I want to get some fresh air. It’s so stuffy in here. I’ll bundle up
“Still no,” he said, his decision final.
Resigned, Anastasia led Benson
upstairs to a small sitting room. As she turned to offer him a seat, he spoke first. He’s so domineering, giving you no freedom Are you happy living like this?”
Anastasia paused, realizing he was talking about Harrison’s behavior. A smile touched her lips. “He’s just worried about me. I don’t mind him looking after me; it doesn’t make me unhappy. Are you concerned for me, cousin?”

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Seeing the undisguised sweetness in her eyes, Benson turned away, annoyed. “As long as you’re happy. I won’t meddle.”
Anastasia sighed in frustration and glared at him. “Weren’t you here to thank me? Why are you speaking to me like that? If you keep this up, I won’t listen to your thanks.”
She plopped down on a sofa. “Forget it. I don’t want to hear you say thank you anyway. You said you had something to ask me. What is it?”