The Bride’s Revenge

Chapter 89 Who Would Not Like It?

In the elevator, Marion glanced at Lucas, only to find him looking down at her. Her ears burned, and she instinctively tightened her grip on the paper bag in her arms. The bag was fragile, and as she grasped it tightly, a crisp sound rang out.

There were only Marion and Lucas in the elevator. Listening to that sound, Marion felt not only her ears but also her face heating up.

“What did you receive?”

“Huh?”

Upon hearing Lucas’s voice, she instinctively looked up and gazed into those black eyes. “Let me see.”

Marion tore open the sealing tape and unfolded the paper bag. There was a box inside.

She took out the box and discovered a gold necklace inside. The design was simple, with a pendant shaped like a mother–of–pearl cat’s paw. It was quite cute.

She picked up the necklace and showed it to Lucas. “It’s a necklace, Mr. Craig.”

Lucas lowered his head slightly, as he paused to look at the necklace in Marion’s slender fingers. Then he shifted his focus to her round eyes. He smiled.

He lightly tapped the wheelchair’s handle with his index finger. “Do you like it that much?”

was

an unexpected gain, so I’m

not cost her a dime, who would not like it?

finished speaking, the

and pushed her

well–dressed, he looked like a model walking on a runway. With a wheelchair in tow, their exit from the elevator attracted

her own. Fortunately, the distance was not long, and soon, Lucas pushed her to the side

gotten out of the car. Even before they approached, he had already opened the

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Mrs. Craig.”

wheelchair. “Thank you, Mr. Benz.”

call him Liam. With a paper bag in one hand and her purse in the other, she bent down

bag, his dark eyes shifting slightly. He

but Marion’s face felt hotter with each passing moment. She looked outside the car window at the colorful lights, and the intoxication seemed to intensify. Even the scenery outside

surreal.

watched as the lights outside the car window

not said a word. The atmosphere inside the car

his eyes, turned his head slightly, and looked at Marion beside him. She seemed to be doing something. Her left hand was pressed