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.

soundproofing, and she could not make out the details, only a vague sense

but the door opened on its

robe, and his hair was

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

just taken a shower, Lucas’s overpowering presence seemed more imposing. It made

nervous.

cooked some noodles. Would you like to

the tray from her hands. He turned and went back into his

door, Marion hesitated about whether to go inside. Lucas, who had

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a moment of hesitation, Marion entered the room.

to regret her

on a quiet night, the situation

just showered. He was in a slack bathrobe with a wide

his waist was loosely tied.

was not Lucas’s fault.

a shower, they want to

dared not glance around and

He casually leaned back on the sofa and looked

forgotten about it until Lucas

“What time, exactly?”