The Bride’s Revenge (Marion Cartier And Jameson Royce) novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227 What A Fit Body 

She put her arms around the man’s neck and turned her face to the side, pretending to lean against Lucas‘ chest inadvertently. 

She was impressed that Lucas, who was speed walking with her in his arms, was not out of breath or flustered! 

‘Oh, what a fit body he had.‘ At that thought, Marion caught herself. ‘Marion, can you stop with the wild thoughts?‘ 

While her mind was wandering, Lucas carried her swiftly to the emergency room. Compared to the other patients in the emergency department, Marion looked exceptionally healthy with just a slightly flushed face. 

Lucas placed her on a chair in the waiting room and went to register her. Marion instinctively stood up to follow, but the man had seen through her thoughts. 

Like comforting a child, he raised his hand and patted her head gently. “Wait for me here.” 

She suspected Lucas might have added a “good girl” at the end, but she had no proof. 

Since she was ten, no one had pampered her like that. Although Richard often coddled her, he would never pat her head. 

Her already warm face blushed even more. Marion nodded obediently and sat down, watching Lucas head toward the registration desk. 

The hospital was quiet at night, and Lucas returned quickly, taking a seat beside 

her. 

The woman opposite had been staring at her for a long time, probably puzzled why a healthy–looking Marion was rushed to the emergency room. 

Feeling embarrassed under the woman’s scrutiny, Marion glanced at Lucas with a pitiful expression. “Mr. Craig, can I lean on your shoulder?” 

Her question made Lucas chuckle. “Weren’t you quite bold when you hugged me earlier?” 

Feeling awkward, she simply closed her eyes and leaned on Lucas’s shoulder, playing dead. 

Perhaps by appearing “weak“, the woman across from her finally stopped staring at her and turned her attention to Lucas instead. 

Such a handsome man was indeed worth a second look! 

Chapter 227 What A Fit Borty 

However, what was wrong with the woman? 

She had been staring at her husband, and although he was her fake husband, he was still a husband! 

Marion bit her lip and reached out to hold Lucas’s hand. “What time is it?” 

Lucas looked down at her and willingly extended his hand with the watch. “It’s half past ten.‘ 

“That’s late.” 

Lucas thought she was feeling unwell. “Your turn will be soon.” 

“Do you have an early meeting tomorrow morning?” 

Marion tilted her head and slid down from his shoulder to his chest. 

Lucas had rushed her to the hospital, so he was still in his pajamas. From her angle, she could see the man’s chest muscles under the neckline. 

Reluctant to move away, Marion shamelessly leaned in on him. 

Little did she know that she, too, was quite the view in someone else’s eyes. 

Lucas lowered his gaze to Marion, who was nestled against his black pajamas. Her fair cheeks contrasted beautifully against the dark color.