The Bride’s Revenge

Chapter 329 When Will That Be?

Lucas had just sipped on red wine, so his lips were stained with a vivid crimson. The light also cast upon his face, accentuating its austere yet strangely captivating allure.

Marion glanced at him and cautiously reached out to take the wine glass from his hand. However, before her fingers could touch it, he shifted slightly and caused her hand to miss the glass, which landed in her lap instead.

Marion’s chin collided with Lucas’s chest, making her hiss in pain.

Lucas furrowed his brows and set down the wine glass. He asked, “Did you hurt yourself?”

Marion looked up, feeling a shadow loom over her as his familiar scent enveloped her. Her breath hitched as she gazed into his eyes, a daring thought forming in her mind.

Before she could act on it, her heart raced as if it might beat out of her chest at any moment.

Seeing her silent, Lucas assumed she was genuinely hurt.

“Let me see,” he offered, lifting her chin.

However, before he could react, his soft lips kissed hers, and the gentle touch vanished as quickly as it

had come.

Looking up at him in his embrace, Marion met his gaze with her cheeks flushed crimson and her eyes shimmering. She murmured, “Don’t be angry.”

and could

narrowed his eyes as he said, “Mrs.

noticed him using “Miss Cartier” when he was angry, but now he referred to her as “Mrs. Craig“, indicating

she replied with a wry smile, “Alcohol isn’t

sighed softly. “Did it hurt?”

shook her head. “No, it didn’t.”

if she was hurt, he could not be hurting more than she was. She blinked

all, she could not imagine him being angry after this.

said I am, Mrs. Craig, what would you do?” Lucas

take the way he was looking at her and averted her eyes to the wine on the table.

continue to coax you,” she said, feeling a little helpless.

else could she do? Ignore him? She could

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to

tongue while his hand loosely circled her waist, protecting her. “In that case, still angry.”

I’m

playful tone and could not help but snort softly and pretend not to have heard him. Hoping to change the subject,

his hand, which had been loosely

His presence,

and gentle, enveloped her as she nestled against his