The Bride’s Revenge

Chapter 216 Miss Alice, This Is My Wife

Lucas seemed to realize he had made a mistake, “Are these… false eyelashes?”

He furrowed his brow in confusion.

Marion awkwardly pinched away the false eyelash, “No, it’s dirty! I’ve got to change, Mr. Craig! Give me five minutes, no, ten minutes!”

Marion rushed through her words, turned around, and closed the door behind her. She lowered her head, looking at the false eyelash she held between her fingertips, and her face became even redder. She decided she would not wear false eyelashes anymore!

After the slightly embarrassing incident, Marion did not have the mood to fuss over herself.

Anyway, it was not a big part. Wearing a little bit of makeup would be enough.

After applying her makeup, she changed into the cute dress she had chosen earlier, added a pair of pearl earrings, and double–checked her appearance. She picked up the gift Lucas had prepared and left the room.

When she descended the stairs, Lucas was on the phone. Marion tactfully stood on the side, waiting. Mrs. Bailey had taken a break and gone home, leaving only Marion and Lucas in the villa at the

moment.

Lucas stood by the French window, bathed in the evening sunlight. The orange glow softened the sharp lines of his profile. Marion’s eyes focused on his high and straight nose.

She used to be captivated by Lucas’s eyes and lips, but she had not noticed how exquisite his nose was. He was truly a masterpiece of meticulous craftsmanship as if crafted by God himself!

her gaze, Lucas tilted his head to look at her. With a third of his face illuminated and two–thirds in shadow, he seemed like a character out of a

Meeting his intense gaze, time seemed to stand still, and all she could hear was the erratic beating

killing

I’ll hang up,” Lucas said as he finished his call. Stepping over to Marion, he glanced at the neckline of her dress and finally settled his gaze on her

slightly, “The dress…

at him and then averted her eyes,

go

his hand, and Marion blinked, “Sure, we can.”

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do you mean by holding out your hand? Are you asking me for money for the

was about to ask how much the gift cost, Lucas’s hand had

used to it in advance,” he

initially intended to pull her hand back, blushed and could only respond, “Oh.”

advance, Otherwise, she might have misunderstood and thought he was

not dwell on that thought. She quickly gathered her thoughts and

driver that evening. The car

her head and looked at her

normal for a man’s hand to be

do you plan

car suddenly resonated with Lucas’s