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.

she took the phone.

sat on the sofa and poured a glass of red

stood there and watched as he sipped the wine, feeling a bitter pang in her heart.

much as look at him. Her phone seemed more important than him, and in hindsight, it did seem

his drink without even glancing

used to lie by the door with its head down whenever she left, seemingly indifferent.

now resembled that old dog,

guilt overwhelmed her.

go back to her room and sleep now because that would be too heartless!

few short seconds, Marion managed to psych herself out. She exhaled and approached,

grip tightened, resisting her efforts to take

your phone. Why don’t you go back and

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

Couldn’t Bring Herself

he had shown moments ago when he called her

felt a lump in her throat.

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one drinking it, so it’s not good for me, not for you. Besides,

was no match for him when he got like that.