The Bride’s Revenge

Chapter 394 You Told Me Yourself

Last night, Lucas arranged a birthday fireworks display for Marion.

Somehow, someone snapped photos and posted them online, causing a minor sensation for Marion.

Marion’s birthday was celebrated lavishly, making everyone in their circle envious. However, envy was all they could afford. After all, there’s only one Lucas and one Marion.

Not everyone had Marion’s luck–dumped by Jameson one moment, married to Lucas the next.

The commotion Lucas caused for Marion’s birthday was so big that even Richard, who rarely surfs the internet, found out. As Marion’s father, Richard naturally felt pleased about how well Lucas

treated Marion,

In the evening, Marion and Lucas returned home for dinner, which Richard personally cooked.

Richard was in high spirits, opening a bottle of red wine and pouring Marion a half–glass.

He knew his daughter’s capacity for alcohol, but with her husband by her side, what harm could half a glass do?

Marion would not get drunk from that.

“Take it easy,” Richard said.

Marion knew her father was in a good mood today. Since she did not want to dampen his spirits, she obliged and sipped from the glass.

Lucas, with his high tolerance, had two glasses with his father–in–law.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

It was clear that Marion inherited Richard’s poor tolerance for alcohol. Despite his years in the business world, Richard had not improved much.

After two glasses of red wine, he started to feel a bit overwhelmed.

Marion, on the other hand, was not drunk, just flushed. When Richard started mentioning Renee, she knew he was getting tipsy.

Feeling awkward, Marion quickly called Howard over. “Howard, my dad’s getting drunk!”

Despite Richard’s happiness today, memories of his deceased wife made him feel a bit down when he drank.

However, he was not completely wasted yet. As Howard helped him upstairs to rest, Richard reminded Lucas and Marion to be careful on their way home.

“We got it, Dad!”

Marion replied awkwardly. Now, she knew her tendency to ramble when drunk must have been inherited from her father.

Now, only Marion and Lucas remained in the dining room.

Under the warm glow of the lights, Marion’s cheeks were rosy.

Lucas looked at her and chuckled, “Feeling tipsy?”

“Not at all.”

She was not going to get drunk that easily with just half a glass.

“Shall we head home?” Marion nodded, slipping her hand into his.

Lucas, touched by her gesture, held her hand tightly as they walked out of the villa.

Unable to drive due to the alcohol, he had called for a driver.

They reached the car, but the driver had not arrived yet.

The night breeze was refreshing. Marion looked at Lucas under the streetlights, admiring his long and thick eyelashes.

Tilting her head, she sighed and said, “Lucas, you have such long eyelashes.”

After speaking, she lowered her head, biting her lip and smiling before nestling into his arms. “My dad was really happy today.”

She lifted her head again, her eyes shining under the streetlights. “Thank you, Lucas.”

She knew why Richard was so happy–because of how well Lucas treated her.

Marion felt like she might be a bit tipsy. However, who cared?

At that moment, all she really wanted was to hug Lucas.

So, she did. She reached out and wrapped her arms around his sturdy waist, resting her chin on his chest and looking up at him. “Did you finish reading my diary today?”

“I did,” Lucas replied, lowering his gaze into her eyes, where faint amusement lurked within his dark

irises.

“How did you know my wish, then?” She asked, her lips curling up.

He smirked. “You told me yourself.”