Chapter 250
When other guests entered, the host would always introduce them in detail— listing their backgrounds, titles, and full names. But when it came to Anastasia’s boyfriend, there was nothing but a brief, almost perfunctory, “Mr. Lancaster.” Yet, he was the only one personally greeted at the entrance by a group of
distinguished university officials, with all the ceremony reserved for someone truly important.
Sandra was still reeling from the shock when someone asked her a question, snapping her back to reality.
Meeting the curious gazes around her, she shook her head with deliberate caution. “As for that gentleman’s true identity, I’m just speculating, really. But even so, that’s not something I can share. Just remember this: he’s out of our league, and you don’t want to cross him. Ever.”
The truth was, Sandra had never actually met the enigmatic Mr. Harrison Lancaster. She’d only heard vague rumors-whispers that he’d come to Fairhaven Manor for treatment. This year, with the alumni celebration coming up, a relative of hers who happened to be on good terms with Mr. West-let slip that Mr. Harrison Lancaster might attend the event.
Sandra had been both curious and excited ever since.
Who could have guessed she’d finally lay eyes on the legendary Mr. Harrison Lancaster-and discover that Anastasia was married to him?
As if we’d ever get the chance to offend someone like that,” Maggie muttered with a wry twist of her lips.
After all, even when they’d tried to visit the hospital, they had to get past several layers of security. If the bodyguards hadn’t confirmed they were Anastasia’s friends, they wouldn’t have even made it onto that floor.
But if even Sandra-whose family background was the most privileged among them-maintained such a cautious attitude, then who exactly was Anastasia’s mysterious husband?
Inside the hospital room, all the onlookers had left. Only Anastasia remained, facing Harrison’s cold, unreadable expression.
“Honey, I really know I was wrong!” She threw herself into his arms, her voice soft and pleading.
“Is that so?” Harrison looked down at her, his tone cool and noncommittal.
“Of course!” She gazed up at him, wide-eyed and earnest. “I promise, I won’t do it again!”
He gave a slight, skeptical laugh, as if he didn’t believe a word she said.
Her shoulders drooped, and she leaned against his chest, mumbling, “I know you don’t care about your reputation-you think it doesn’t matter at all. So you’re angry because I risked myself over something you’d never even worry about.”
“But even if you don’t care, I do. People say terrible things about you, but I know they’re wrong. To me, there’s no one better in this world.”
“That’s why I can’t stand it when people accuse you of betraying those who helped you, just because you didn’t like them
Harrison froze.
He hadn’t realized that’s what she’d been thinking.
Anastasia let go of him, slumping onto the edge of the bed. “If you think I’ve done something wrong, then punish me. But I’ll tell you now: if it happened all over again, I’d make the same choice.”
Silence fell between them.
Her heart pounded anxiously. Just as she started to sneak a glance at him, he lifted her chin with one hand.
His eyes were deep, searching. His thumb, calloused and warm, brushed lightly over her delicate jaw. “So all those sweet words just now-were you just trying to get out of trouble?”
Panic sparked in her eyes, and she opened her mouth to explain, but before she could say a word, his lips claimed hers in a fierce, possessive kiss.