The Bride’s Revenge

Chapter 328 She Couldn’t Bring Herself To Say It

Marion’s legs truly went weak this time, and her hand instinctively grabbed Lucas’s bathrobe.

Unexpectedly, the fabric slid off his shoulder with her touch, revealing a glimpse of unexpected allure.

Flustered, Marion stammered, “I–I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. Let me help-”

“It’s okay. I’m not cold. Mrs. Craig, could you answer me first? What color is the towel in my hand?”

One of his hands firmly held hers while the other tucked behind his back.

Marion stole a glance but saw nothing. Therefore, she pursed her lips, hazarding a guess, “White.”

Before she could finish, the distinct scent of sandalwood suddenly receded.

Marion froze and instinctively looked at him.

Lucas swiftly pulled up the robe she had inadvertently pulled down before walking to the bedside and handing her phone to her. “I wasn’t holding a towel.”

While speaking, his deep, unfathomable eyes lost their warmth and humor, assuming an icy

composure.

took the phone. “So, I’ll head back?”

replied as he sat on the sofa and

there and watched as he sipped the wine, feeling a bitter pang in her heart. She was overcome by guilt

just confessed? Yet, she did not even so much as look at him. Her phone

quietly sipped his drink

grandmother’s old yellow dog and how it used to lie by the door with its head down whenever

old dog, silent and resigned.

guilt

to her room and sleep

managed to psych herself out. She exhaled and approached,

her surprise, his grip tightened, resisting her efforts to take it.

phone. Why don’t you go back

at her, his expression now cool and distant, a stark contrast to the affection

Bring

had shown moments ago

felt a lump in her throat. “Drinking isn’t good for

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not for you. Besides, nobody really cares, so what’s the harm?”

realized Lucas was being sarcastic, and she was no match for him