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.

chest felt heavy as she took the phone. “So, I’ll

as he sat on the sofa and poured

he sipped the wine, feeling a bitter pang in her heart. She was overcome by guilt and wondered if she had gone too

so much as look at him. Her phone seemed more important than him, and

quietly sipped his drink

door with its head down whenever

now resembled that old dog,

an instant, guilt

go back to her room and sleep now because that

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

her surprise, his grip tightened, resisting

got your phone. Why don’t you go back and rest?”

now cool and distant, a stark contrast

Bring Herself

shown moments ago when he

her throat. “Drinking isn’t good for you.”

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not good for me, not for you. Besides, nobody really cares,

and she was no match for him when