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

at him in surprise. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

to take a 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 doing

quickly ascended the stairs, her dress swaying.

watched her, making a clicking sound with his tongue

Marion returned to her room, she quickly removed her makeup, took

sleep, just sleep!

some reason, she could not fall asleep. She felt warm, but also strangely excited.

of the exaggerated plots Cassie used to share with her from those melodramatic

was not anywhere near that extreme, but she was excited, unable to sleep, and

but not unbearable. It was more like

could not resist getting up to go

saw Lucas

and sat on a high stool with his right leg bent and the left leg

he noticed her approach, he pulled back his left leg, and his gaze

nodded, grabbed a glass of water, and chugged it

she found Lucas staring at her. Neither of them spoke, and the quiet living room allowed them to

broke the silence. “Is fruit wine high

the best, it could not be that

high,” he replied.

cheek. “I didn’t think

at Lucas and gathered her courage. “Do you think there was