The Bride’s Revenge

Chapter 68 Tycoons Are Ruthless

The car was silent. I was so quiet that Marion could hear her heartbeat. Although she did not know why, she could sense that Lucas did not like her talking about divorce. Once spoken, words were like spilled water–they cannot be retrieved no matter what one did.

Marion gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and leaned her face towards him. “I’m sorry, I said the wrong thing. How about you punish me to even the score?”

As he looked at her head, Lucas suddenly felt less angry. He raised his hand and adjusted his collar. “I don’t want to punish you.”

He wanted to kiss her instead. Lucas’s dark eyes locked onto her fair face. He swallowed slightly and felt a warmth in his chest.

“Huh?” Marion opened her eyes, glanced at him, and as she noticed that his expression had not changed, she hesitated for a moment. She thought Lucas was just being polite to her. “Why not?”

The anger he radiated seemed endless, and she had no idea when it would dissipate.

“Not going to punish you.”

“Please teach me a lesson, and I promise not to talk nonsense next time!”

Marion applied the tactics she used to pacify her father to Lucas. She was not sure if Lucas would fall for it, but it was better than him staying silent with a stern face, right? After all, they were finally talking.

When she noticed that he had not moved, she grabbed his wrist.

Lucas glanced at his captured hand and raised an

space between them, which could accommodate one more person, and shifted towards him, halving the distance between them. “Is it

“Not enough.”

moved any further, she would have to lean against him. However, he insisted that it

the side, looked up,

6 Tycoons Are

I go easy on you, how will you learn your lesson?”

going to hit her hard, was he? Her father always gave her a gentle pat. It was never

lowered his head, and his gaze darkened slightly. He reached out and

behind her head. Marion stiffened and

going to kiss

way, no

Help!

him away, would he get even angrier? Marion was struggling with her inner turmoil. Then she felt a hard knock on her forehead. Lucas had lowered his head and bumped into

Marion gasped. “Ouch!”

“Does it hurt?”

distance between

felt like it was on fire, and the warmth from the man’s wrist lingered on her neck. Marion lowered her head, swallowed nervously,

some clarity. She glanced at Lucas. “It