The Bride’s Revenge

hapter 48 Lucas Gets Angry

Marion woke up and realized that she had slept through the night without any interruptions. She instinctively reached out to touch the bed beside her.

Luckily, no one was there. She breathed a sigh of relief, got out of bed, and grabbed her phone to check the time. It was not too early and not too late it was already eight o’clock.

After sitting on the bed for a while, Marion went to freshen up. She had noticed the night before that Lucas had made thorough preparations. Her clothes, toiletries, and even makeup and skincare products were all readily available.

Just after finishing her morning routine, Marion received a cheerful morning greeting from Cassie.

[Good morning, Mar! Still sleeping, huh? By the way, you have a follow–up appointment today! If you don’t respond in ten minutes, I might have to interrupt your morning activities!]

Marion blushed at Cassie’s words. She wondered where Cassie had picked up such expressions. Afraid of receiving more embarrassing messages, Marion quickly replied: [I’m up and done washing. And don’t spread rumors – we slept in separate rooms last night!]

[Oh, got it! Any regrets?]

Marion was speechless.

[Your friend has gone offline.]

her phone, touched her slightly flushed earlobe, and was about to leave when the door was

holding the door. The morning breeze swept over him and gently lifted the hem of his shirt. Marion caught the fragrance of

cold features of the man seemed to soften in the morning glow. His profound gaze met hers, revealing no discernible emotion. “Are you awake, Miss Marion?” He called

still

her lips together and greeted him, “Good morning, Mr.

return to the office.” He paused, brought the wheelchair, and placed it

down. “No need for the trouble. You–just focus on your

“As you wish.”

behind her and pushed the wheelchair forward. When they reached

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of helping her. After the lengthy conversation last night, where she tried to set clear boundaries, it seemed Lucas was ready to establish those boundaries

on the hem of his

gaze to see Marion in the wheelchair carefully pulling the hem of his shirt. When she looked up at him, he noticed that

looked quite pitiful.