The Bride’s Revenge

Chapter 225 I Just Want to Kiss You

Lost in thought, Marion noticed that the car had already entered the villa garage.

Soon, Lucas had parked the car.

The garage was brightly lit, and it was only then that Lucas noticed Marion’s cheeks were flushed. “We’re here.”

Marion snapped back to reality, looking out of the car and realizing they had reached home.

She quickly unbuckled her seatbelt, pushed open the car door, and stepped out. But as soon as she got out, she swayed. Something was off – why did it feel dizzy?

“Legs hurting?” Lucas asked.

Just as Marion steadied herself, she glanced awkwardly at Lucas. “No, just a bit dizzy.”

Not only was she dizzy, but she was feeling warm too.

Marion instinctively raised her hand to touch her cheek, feeling the warmth. She was surprised. “Am I running a fever?”

“You drank alcohol,” he stated simply.

Marion thought for a moment. “No, I had a glass of orange juice when I went upstairs with Alice. Later, while waiting for you, I had a glass of fruit juice.”

She had not consumed any alcohol. She knew her limits. Why would she drink alcohol?

wine!” Lucas

looked at him in surprise.

“Yeah.”

shower and go to bed!” Seizing the moment while still clear–headed, she hurriedly went upstairs, intending to lock her room door. She did not want to risk getting tipsy later and

the stairs, her dress

clicking sound with his tongue

to her room, she quickly removed her makeup, took a shower, and then lay

sleep, just sleep!

asleep.

share with her from those melodramatic romance novels where the

extreme, but she was excited, unable to sleep,

perhaps, but not unbearable. It was more

for a while, licked her lips again, and finally could not resist getting up to go downstairs to

she saw Lucas also

high stool with his right leg bent and the left leg casually

his left leg, and his gaze fell on her face.

a glass of water,

at her. Neither of them spoke, and the quiet living room allowed

fruit wine high

alcohol tolerance was not the best, it could not

high,”

think my alcohol tolerance was this

and gathered her courage. “Do you think there was something else in the wine?”