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 slightly flushed earlobe, and was about to leave when the

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

discernible emotion. “Are you awake, Miss

he still

greeted him, “Good morning, Mr.

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

slowly approached the wheelchair and supported herself as she sat down. “No need for the trouble. You–just focus on your work. After the cast is removed, I’d like to go home for a bit.”

“As you wish.”

wheelchair forward. When they reached

Lucas Gets Angry

stood aside, seemingly waiting for her to stand up and descend.

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it then that Lucas was angry. As he stood there, he showed no intention of helping her. After the lengthy conversation last night, where she tried to set clear boundaries, it seemed Lucas was ready to

a forceful tug on the hem of his

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

looked quite pitiful.