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.”

his tugged sleeve and could not bring

his eyes as he said, “Mrs. Craig, you’re

but now he referred to her

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

softly. “Did it hurt?”

shook her head. “No,

that if she was hurt, he could not be hurting more than she was. She blinked up at him and asked probingly, “Are

could not imagine him being angry

I am, Mrs. Craig, what would you

way he was looking at her

just continue to coax you,” she said, feeling a little

Ignore him? She

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she have to like him so

loosely circled her waist, protecting her.

I’m

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

said that, his hand, which had been loosely circling her

His presence,

enveloped her as she nestled against his chest, breathing