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.”

could not bring himself to

he said, “Mrs. Craig, you’re really good at this.”

“Miss Cartier” when he was angry, but now he referred to her as “Mrs. Craig“, indicating that his anger had

a wry smile,

“Did it hurt?”

shook her head.

could not be hurting more than she was. She blinked up at

imagine him being angry after

said I am, Mrs. Craig, what would you

was looking at her and averted her eyes

to coax you,”

she do? Ignore him? She could

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have to like

her waist, protecting her. “In that case, still angry.”

I’m

to

said that, his hand, which had been loosely circling her waist, tightened, pulling her close against

His presence,

against his