The Bride’s Revenge

Chapter 440 I Want To Head Home Early

Cassie did not take a nap, so she got up, set her phone aside, and rubbed her neck, asking Marion,” Did you have a nightmare?”

As she handed Marion a tissue, she added, “You’re sweating buckets.”

Marion took the tissue and wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead. At the thought of the nightmare she just had, her face burned.

Without answering Cassie’s question, Marion sat up and stared blankly at the blanket covering her.

Thinking Marion had really had a nightmare, Cassie hurried over and hugged her. “Hey, don’t be scared. It was just a dream. You’re awake now, and everything in the dream was fake!”

Marion pursed her lips and glanced at Cassie’s face, responding guiltily, “Yeah.”

Then, she gently pushed Cassie away. “I’m going to wash my face.”

“Okay,” Cassie relented, releasing her hold.

Marion slipped on her slippers and headed to the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face. The icy water helped clear her mind, but as she looked in the mirror, she could not help but recall the scene from her dream.

She quickly lowered her head and splashed more water on her face.

Cassie’s fault for always talking about those

out, she saw Cassie looking at her with concern.

wry smile. “It’s nothing.

did not dare tell Cassie about the dream she had. Afraid Cassie would ask more questions, she changed the subject. “You tidy up, and I’ll get

need to use

determination, Cassie did not

in the afternoon, ending her session after just an hour and a half. It had been a

ended up dozing off on the way back.

gently nudged the sleeping Cassie.

in deep slumber, furrowing her brow before drifting

to drastic measures. “Kirk is trending.

“What’s trending?”

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huffed. “Are you even hungry for dinner?”

Cassie glanced out the car window. When she realized they were back in the city, she grinned sheepishly. “I must’ve been

way, isn’t it a bit too much if you don’t go back and have dinner with Mr. Craig?”

whole day, and Lucas

but she was now skipping dinner at