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.

heavy as she took the phone.

on the sofa and poured a glass of red wine from the

the wine, feeling a bitter pang in her heart.

even so much as look at him. Her phone seemed

sipped his drink without

recalled her grandmother’s old yellow dog and how it used to lie by the door with its head down whenever she left, seemingly

old dog, silent and resigned.

instant, guilt overwhelmed her.

bring herself to go back to her room and sleep now because that would be

to psych herself out. She exhaled and approached, reaching for the wine glass

resisting her efforts to take

phone. Why don’t you go back and

cool and distant, a stark contrast to the

Bring Herself

moments ago when he

felt a lump in her throat.

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not for you.

realized Lucas was being sarcastic, and she was no