The Bride’s Revenge

Chapter 329 When Will That Be?

Lucas had just sipped on red wine, so his lips were stained with a vivid crimson. The light also cast upon his face, accentuating its austere yet strangely captivating allure.

Marion glanced at him and cautiously reached out to take the wine glass from his hand. However, before her fingers could touch it, he shifted slightly and caused her hand to miss the glass, which landed in her lap instead.

Marion’s chin collided with Lucas’s chest, making her hiss in pain.

Lucas furrowed his brows and set down the wine glass. He asked, “Did you hurt yourself?”

Marion looked up, feeling a shadow loom over her as his familiar scent enveloped her. Her breath hitched as she gazed into his eyes, a daring thought forming in her mind.

Before she could act on it, her heart raced as if it might beat out of her chest at any moment.

Seeing her silent, Lucas assumed she was genuinely hurt.

“Let me see,” he offered, lifting her chin.

However, before he could react, his soft lips kissed hers, and the gentle touch vanished as quickly as it

had come.

Looking up at him in his embrace, Marion met his gaze with her cheeks flushed crimson and her eyes shimmering. She murmured, “Don’t be angry.”

Lucas glanced at his tugged sleeve and could not bring himself to get angry.

He narrowed his eyes as he said, “Mrs. Craig, you’re really good at this.”

Marion noticed him using “Miss Cartier” when he was angry, but now he referred to her as “Mrs. Craig“, indicating that his anger had dissipated.

Having gotten the hint, she replied with a wry smile, “Alcohol isn’t good for you.”

Lucas sighed softly. “Did it hurt?”

Marion shook her head. “No, it didn’t.”

She reasoned that if she was hurt, he could not be hurting more than she was. She blinked up at him and asked probingly, “Are you still angry?”

After all, she could not imagine him being angry after this.

“If I said I am, Mrs. Craig, what would you do?” Lucas teased.

Marion could not take the way he was looking at her and averted her eyes to the wine on the table.

“Well, I’ll just continue to coax you,” she said, feeling a little helpless.

What else could she do? Ignore him? She could not.

Chapter 329 When Will That Be?

Why did she have to like him so much?

Lucas clicked his tongue while his hand loosely circled her waist, protecting her. “In that case, still angry.”

I’m

Marion detected his playful tone and could not help but snort softly and pretend not to have heard him. Hoping to change the subject, she announced, “I’m going to bed.”

Just as she said that, his hand, which had been loosely circling her waist, tightened, pulling her close against him.

His presence,

both intimidating and gentle, enveloped her as she nestled against his chest, breathing rapidly. She pleaded, “S–Stop fooling around.”

Lucas glanced down at her and then leaned in closer to her ear. His voice was low and enticing as he whispered, “Don’t you want to feel my abs?”

Marion felt a buzz in her head. She lifted her head slightly, darting a glance at him before lowering it

again.

“Next time,” she murmured.

“And when will that be?”

“Just… next time.‘

She wished for him to stop with the questions, or she would not be able to hold out any longer!

Marion’s gaze was blank. Ever since Lucas mentioned it, her mind was filled with thoughts of touching his abs.

The intensity of his gaze made her face burn, and not being able to hold on any longer, she pleaded with him, “Lucas, I’m tired. Can I please go back to sleep?” Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

“No,” he replied firmly and took a pause. “I don’t want to sleep in separate rooms with my wife.”

With that, he hoisted her up by the thighs, leaving Marion frozen in place.