Chapter 205
“Liar!”
The sun was already high in the sky when Anastasia’s indignant accusation rang out, her voice full of wounded outrage as she sat up in bed.
A sharp click sounded-someone opened the bedroom door. Harrison strode in, his steps confident and unhurried.
“You’re awake?”
Before Anastasia could even gather her thoughts, a shadow fell across her bed. Harrison’s tall, broad form loomed over her, already dressed for the day. He leaned down, his shirt collar unbuttoned just enough to reveal a hint of his toned chest.
Anastasia, still fuming, buried her face in the covers. “You lied to me
Her voice was raspy with sleep and brimming with grievance, every syllable a silent accusation. This update ıs available on.net
“How did I lie to you?” Harrison’s expression didn’t change.
She turned her head and glared at him. “You said it was a reward!”
There was a teasing glint in Harrison’s eyes as he replied coolly, “And didn’t you like your reward, Ana?”
His gaze was almost tangible, filled with something intense and indefinable. Heat crept up her neck, and her cheeks flushed scarlet. She huffed, unable to form a coherent retort.
“Well? Did you like it?” he pressed, leaning in closer. His strong arms caged her in on either side, determined to coax an answer from her.
His presence was overwhelming, stealing the very air from the room. Anastasia shrank back, retreating deeper beneath the covers, her blushing face half-hidden.
She hardly recognized herself. When she’d first returned, she’d been bold and forward, never one to shy away from anything. But somehow, somewhere along the way, Harrison had become like a wolf in sheep’s clothing-slowly revealing his true, dominant nature. Now, the upper hand was his, and she was left flustered and helpless under his teasing.
Seeing he wouldn’t relent, she finally surrendered, whispering so softly it was barely audible.
“What was that?” Harrison asked, making no move to ease up.
Anastasia felt like she might combust from embarrassment. Pushing at his solid arm, she mumbled, “Would you get off me
He ignored her plea, his arms unmoving. “Ana, what did you just say? I didn’t catch that.”
Her cheeks burned even hotter. Through gritted teeth, she nearly wailed, “I said I like it, okay?!”
A satisfied smile tugged at Harrison’s lips. He pressed a kiss to her swollen, still- sensitive lips, murmuring, “Good girl.”
He straightened up a little, glancing at the clock. “It’s noon. Aren’t you getting up?”
“Noon?” Anastasia blinked-and then her eyes widened in horror.
She tried to leap out of bed, but halfway up she let out a pained yelp and collapsed back against the pillows.
Harrison caught his impulsive wife before she could hurt herself. She grabbed fistfuls of his shirt, panicked. “I have class today!”
“I already called you in sick.” Harrison scooped her up effortlessly, cradling her as
if she were a child. He gently patted her back, warning, “Don’t wiggle around.”
Called in sick! Anastasia’s panic evaporated, replaced by immense relief.
Only then did she realize just how sore and drained she felt, like her whole body might fall apart if she moved too quickly.
Clinging to Harrison’s neck, she nuzzled into his shoulder, whining softly, “Honey, I feel awful
Harrison couldn’t help but chuckle at how quickly her grudge had vanished.
He carried her to the bathroom, helped her freshen up, then asked, “Are you hungry?”
“Starving!” Anastasia nodded so hard she nearly gave herself whiplash.
He started carrying her downstairs.
“Wait! I want to walk on my own!” she protested.
It was one thing to be carried around upstairs, but downstairs the house staff would see-plus, Marcus was probably around! That guy would never let her live this down.
She didn’t know Marcus that well, but somehow she just knew he’d tease her about it.