Anastasia Steele did her best to suppress her urge to step forward, hiding her figure behind the tree trunk. Now was not the time... She had to settle the matters at the Cullen Mansion and return to his side without any entanglements. In this life, she would make up for all the debts she owed him from her past life.
The next day, Anastasia woke up as usual for breakfast, but Isabella Swan, the concubine, did not come to pay her respects even after a long wait. Anastasia showed no sign of anger on her face and finished her meal in a leisurely manner.
"Eleanor, since Mrs. Swan is not coming, lets go see her," Anastasia said.
"Madam... shes just a concubine," Eleanor remarked with discontent.
Anastasia smiled but did not respond. Indeed, she was just a concubine.
At the Clear Moon chapel,
"Anastasia, why have you come?" Isabella looked puzzled as Anastasia entered.
Anastasia spoke softly, "I saw that you hadnt had breakfast yet, so I brought some for you."
Isabella felt a disdainful smile in her heart, her gaze falling on the delicate off-white pastries. She picked up a piece.
"Anastasia, who made these pastries? They are both beautiful and delicious."
As she ate, Isabella felt an itch on her neck. She thought it was just due to the rainy season and the proliferation of mosquitoes, so she didnt pay much attention to it.
"These here? I made them myself. If you like them, Ill make them for you next time."
Anastasia watched as Isabella scratched her neck, a meaningful smile appearing on her face. Eat more, the more you eat, the more uncomfortable you will be later.
After half a cup of teas time, Isabellas scratching became more frequent. The little red spots had spread from her neck to her face and arms.
Anastasia pulled Isabellas arm in surprise and exclaimed, "Isabella, whats wrong with you?"
"Anastasia, is there peanut in this? Im allergic to peanuts."
Isabella scratched her neck, face, and arms... the skin was almost scratched off.
Anastasia did not stop her, but stood up in a panic.
"Are you allergic to peanuts? Im sorry, Isabella, I didnt know, there are peanuts in the pastries."
"Whats going on?" Edward Cullen shouted as he came in from outside.
Seeing this scene, he hurriedly went to Isabellas side, full of worry.
"What happened!"
"Edward, Im fine, I just had an allergic reaction to the pastries Anastasia made..."
Isabella looked at Edward with tears in her eyes, full of grievance.
Anastasia sneered in her heart, but her face was full of anxiety: "Edward, take her to the clinic quickly!"
"Im fine, its not necessary to go to the clinic for such a hassle, just apply some medicine."
At this time, Isabella still didnt forget to show her understanding.
As soon as she finished speaking, she was picked up by Edward and hurried out.
Obviously, she didnt put her, the legitimate wife, in her eyes. Anastasia sneered coldly and followed.
At the clinic,
Anastasia watched Edward make a fuss at the clinic, and she couldnt help but laugh.
She and Edward had been together for five years, but it was not as good as Isabella, who saved him once.
And her so-called sister, who got into bed first and then entered the house to seize power, used her as a stepping stone.
Anastasia lowered her head to apply medicine to Isabella, apologetically saying, "Im sorry, Isabella, it wasnt intentional, Im really sorry."
Isabella was itching with anger, but she could only pretend to be magnanimous: "Its okay, Anastasia, I wont blame you."
Anastasia looked up at her and smiled, but the smile didnt reach her eyes.
Thinking of her previous life, when Isabella took away her husband, destroyed her body, and even... killed her.
Her hand applying the medicine became heavier, you harmed me so badly in the past, now Im just giving you a lesson.
What qualifications do you have to blame me?
Just at this moment, Anastasia heard Edwards cold voice from outside the door.
"Anastasia, come out."