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.

It was all Cassie’s fault for always talking about

minutes in the bathroom before emerging. As soon as she stepped out, she saw Cassie looking at her with concern. “You don’t look too good. How about we call it a day?”

wry smile. “It’s nothing. I just had

tell Cassie about the dream she had. Afraid Cassie would ask more questions, she changed the subject. “You tidy up, and I’ll get ready

I need to use the restroom!”

Marion’s determination, Cassie did

ending her session after just an hour and a half. It had been a while since she had done such high–intensity exercise, and her

up

parked the car and gently

in deep slumber, furrowing her brow before drifting back to

drastic

“What’s trending?”

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“Are you even

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

isn’t it a bit too much if you don’t go back and have dinner with Mr.

the whole day, and Lucas had not sent her a single message. Was

Saturday today, and not only had she left early in the morning, but she