The Bride’s Revenge

Chapter 117 Are You Coming?

Cassie proved unreliable, and Marion was not adept at comforting others.

She had few close friends throughout her life, and since Cassie’s coping style was different, Marion found it challenging to navigate her feelings.

With Cassie out of the picture, Marion turned to the ever–resourceful online community.

Clutching her phone, Marion spent over half an hour browsing various forums and chat rooms, before finally stumbling upon some advice in a highly praised post.

After careful consideration, she concluded that diverting Lucas’s attention would be the most reliable approach.

Coincidentally, Lucas had not eaten anything the entire evening. Marion decided to prepare a meal for him to soothe not only his stomach but also his troubled emotions–two birds with one stone.

With that plan in mind, Marion quickly got up and headed downstairs to cook noodles. Why noodles? She could not manage anything more complicated!

Cooking noodles did not take much time, and in about ten minutes, Marion emerged from the kitchen with a bowl of fragrant noodles.

The villa was so vast that she almost got lost on her way out of the kitchen.

After taking a detour, she finally reached Lucas’s room with the freshly cooked noodles in her hands.

Just before knocking, she hesitated for a moment. In that brief pause, Marion heard a sound as if

something had fallen inside the room.

and she could not make out the details, only a vague sense of disturbance. It was sad to think

her hand to knock, but

before her. He was in a loose robe,

tray in her hands. His dark eyes flickered, “Are you

Lucas’s overpowering presence seemed more imposing.

nervous.

some noodles. Would you like to

happen to be hungry.” Lucas reached out and took the tray from her hands. He turned and went back into his room.

door, Marion hesitated about whether to go inside. Lucas, who had walked to the sofa, looked up at

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hesitation, Marion entered

began to regret her decision.

room on a quiet night, the situation had an indescribable hint

He was in a slack bathrobe with a wide

his waist was loosely

was not

a shower, they want to be comfortable at

glance around and her face was

He casually leaned back on the sofa and looked at her. “You have a charity performance

it until Lucas brought it up. She nodded, “Yes.”

“What time, exactly?”