Chapter 679

Anastasia nodded in understanding. A worried look crossed her face, and she started to ask why Marina needed a therapist, but then she remembered Ryan, Susan, and their illegitimate child, and the words died on her lips.
Speaking of which, while Susan and her children had been kicked out, the son she had with Ryan remained. He was, after all, a Lancaster by blood. But the boy was even more of a mystery than Marina. Anastasia hadn’t seen him once since she arrived. She had overheard the staff whispering that the “young master” was in poor health and rarely appeared in public.
As these thoughts drifted through her mind, Harrison’s fingers gently threaded through her hair. “Are you adjusting okay here?” he asked softly.
Anastasia snapped back to the present and nodded. “Mm-hmm.”
They spoke in low tones, and Anastasia snuggled closer, her head resting against his firm chest. The drowsiness began to fade, replaced by a quickening heartbeat. She shifted again, her hand moving restlessly under the covers.
Harrison’s breath hitched. He caught her wandering hand, his voice a mixture of amusement and surrender. Ana.”
“Hubby she whispered, looking up at him, her eyes shimmering in the dim light. His gaze darkened.
The next morning, Anastasia was so tired she could barely open her eyes. She felt the bed shift as Harrison got up to leave and let out a soft, protesting whimper. “Hubby she mumbled, her hand reaching out to stop him.
A warm hand enveloped hers and gently tucked it back under the covers.
“Shh, go back to sleep. I have to go to work.”
His deep, gentle voice was followed by a tender kiss on her forehead. She felt his touch soothe the frown from her brow, and only then did he quietly leave.
When Anastasia finally woke up, it was nearly noon. She lay in bed for a long moment, staring blankly at the ceiling, before a glance at the clock made her sit bolt upright.
*It’s so late!*
It wouldn’t have mattered at Rosewood Manor, but this was the Lancaster estate, filled with family members…
Regretting her impulsiveness from the night before, Anastasia scrambled out of bed to get ready.
When she came downstairs, she
was met with the collective gaze of several Lancasters. She paused on the staircase, her hand gripping the railing Harrison was at work and most of the senior family members were absent, but the cousins who had arrived last night were still here.
Though she felt a wave of embarrassment, Anastasia kept her expression.calm and composed. After a brief hesitation she
sontinged down the stairs as net
nothing was wrong, greeting the matriarch first. “Grandmother.”
“Ah, there you are,” the matriarch responded with a warm smile, beckoning her over.
As Anastasia made her way toward her, a sharp, sarcastic voice cut through the air.
“It’s almost time for lunch. How can someone sleep this late? I suppose that’s what you get from someone from a small town. No sense of propriety at all!”
Anastasia stopped and looked up. The speaker was Janice. Thɪs chapter is updated by.net
A curious expression crossed Anastasia’s face.