The Bride’s Revenge

Chapter 207 Enough, Stop Talking

Lucas‘ gaze lingered on her face for a moment, then he swam to the edge of the pool and got out. When he said he would not look, he genuinely kept his word. After getting out, he headed straight to the shower. Marion was left alone in the pool.

Without Lucas around, Marion felt less awkward. She quickly swam to the edge and got out. The dress was soaked, making it heavy as it clung to her body. Standing by the pool, she looked down at her dress as water continuously dripped from her.

However, Lucas soon returned with a towel. He wrapped it around her, saying, “Hurry back, don’t catch a cold. I’ll get your glass for you.”

“It’s not…” Marion began to explain, but she decided against it. No amount of explanation could cover up her embarrassment. She glanced at him awkwardly. “Sorry, Mr. Craig.”

Lucas chuckled. “Sorry for what? You didn’t hit me.”

Marion decided to stop talking about it. She tightened the towel around her. “I’ll go back to shower and change.”

Before he could answer her, she had already run off, leaving a trail of water along the way.

Lucas watched her departing figure, thinking about the slender legs under that soaked dress. He turned and jumped back into the pool to retrieve Marion’s glass.

In the meantime, the housekeeper had prepared dinner, thinking Marion was in her room. As she walked towards the living room, she was startled to see Marion running in.

what happened… What’s going on?” Mrs. Bailey was taken aback.

Marion replied nonchalantly, refusing to admit she

water.

and Sir are so healthy. Swimming is such a good exercise. I’ll leave the dinner here, Madam. It’s getting late,” Mrs. Bailey exclaimed.

is a great sport. I’ll go upstairs for a shower, Mrs. Bailey. You can

Madam. We wouldn’t want you to catch a

after finishing her shower and immediately noticed the glass placed prominently on the central island.

me so there’s no need to put it

a loose white shirt with a pair of black straight–leg trousers. His hair was still damp, and the

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his

and accepted the soup he handed

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casually and asked, “Did you run into someone

sip of soup and looked at him. “Huh? Well, I ran into someone unpleasant.”

the topic, she continued, “By the way, my dad’s birthday is

I’ll have Daniel handle it,”

need. I can handle it. I’m just letting