The Bride’s Revenge

Chapter 93 No, It Was the Cat’s Doing

However, Marion soon found it hard to maintain her laughter.

After taking a shower, the events of last night gradually came back to her. Cassie was right. She was not to be trusted when she was drunk.

Thinking about how she had clung to Lucas, asking for a hug, Marion did not even want to face the world. She wanted to hide under the covers of her bed.

Lucas had changed his clothes and waited in the dining room for quite a while. When Marion still had not emerged, he got up, walked to her room, and knocked on the door. “Miss Marion?”

There was no response.

Marion tensed up when she heard the knock, She clutched at the covers tightly, closed her eyes, and pretended to be asleep.

After waiting for a few seconds, Lucas reached over and placed his hand on the door handle.

Since the door was not closed properly, with a twist of the handle, it opened.

Lucas pushed the door open and immediately spotted the bundled figure under the covers. He raised an eyebrow and walked over to it. “Mrs. Craig?”

Marion had returned last night at around 9 PM, feeling the effects of the alcohol. She had fallen asleep around 10 PM and had been in bed for over nine hours. How could she sleep so soundly?

Lucas lifted the covers, and just as he looked at the tightly closed eyelids, the curled eyelashes trembled slightly.

She was pretending to be asleep.

“Are you asleep?”

voice, Marion pretended not

hear, I can’t hear, I

and something touched her face. Marion could not

it was

her cheek, and the sensation, neither too light nor too heavy, made her want

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aren’t you? You probably wouldn’t even know if I

Marion smelled the familiar scent of sandalwood growing more intense. In just two seconds, she felt the man’s

the act any longer. She quickly opened her eyes,

eyes stared at her. “That

seemed to penetrate her, and Marion felt extremely self–conscious.

turned her head away. “I’m hungry, Mr. Craig.”

got up from the side of the bed.

glanced at her

she not pretend a bit

up, and covered reddened face. When the warmth subsided, she got up and walked out of her

and when he saw her finally coming down, he cast a glance her way and handed her a glass of milk.

“Thank you.”

a sip, and noticed a red mark