The Bride’s Revenge (Marion Cartier And Jameson Royce) novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100 Why Not? 

Lucas had already unbuttoned the second button, and that dark red scratch looked particularly conspicuous on his alabaster skin. 

Marion diverted her gaze, and made an effort to force herself not to care about that ‘detail‘. 

However, the thought that Lucas’s scratch was now exposed, and she was the culprit, made it impossible for her to ignore. 

As Lucas undid the second button, she could not hold back any longer. “Mr. Craig, the scratch on your neck, wasn’t it covered up this morning?” 

Lucas lowered his head, glanced at the scratch on his left neck, and raised his eyes nonchalantly. “Must have smudged.” 

“Smudged?” She used waterproof and sweat–proof concealer, foundation, setting powder. It should not have smudged! 

Marion found it a bit hard to believe. 

At that moment, he looked at her casually. “Any problems?” 

“No, I’m just disappointed at the quality of the makeup.” 

“Well, don’t use it next time.” 

and 

Lucas remained composed, showing no signs of guilt. Marion felt awkward about pressing the matter further, especially since it would lead to discussing last night’s events. 

Lucas leaned back casually on the white sofa and looked at her. “Why didn’t you take the check she gave you?” 

Marion was momentarily stunned. “I… should have taken it?” 

Lucas scoffed lightly. “Your mother–in–law gave you a gift. Why shouldn’t you take the money she’s giving you for free?” 

“I thought I shouldn’t accept it.” 

Could she still go and ask Veronica for that one hundred million now? 

At that moment, Ronda knocked on the door and stood at the entrance. She 

glanced at Marion and Lucas. “Mr. and Mrs. Craig, lunch is ready.” 

Marion smiled. “Got it, Mrs. Bailey.” 

She glanced at Lucas. “Time for lunch, Mr. Craig.” 

Chapter 100 Why Not? 

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Marion took her phone and stood up. Lucas also got up. They reached the doorway at the same time. His presence immediately overwhelmed her, and she instinctively stopped to allow Lucas to go first. 

However, Lucas did not move either. He lowered his head to look at her left foot. ” Is your foot better?” 

“Sort of.” 

Lucas arched an eyebrow. “What do you mean by ‘sort of‘?” 

“It’s better, but not completely healed.” 

He furrowed his brows in understanding. “So your foot still hurts?”