Chapter 282 She Was Not Desperate
Marion composed herself and put out her clothes. She planned to shower before going to bed.
As a married woman, Marion should be waiting for Lucas to return from his social engagement but she did not want to be a dutiful wife today. After all, she was not really his wife.
And what did it matter? He did not like her anyway!
Before 9 o’clock, Marion finished her shower and went to bed, despite her sour mood. The previous two nights had been sleepless for her, but that night, she fell asleep shortly after turning off the lights.
At 9:00 PM, a Maybach slowly parked in front of the villa, and Lucas stepped out of the car.
He looked up at the second floor and noticed that it was dark.
He furrowed his brow slightly, opened the door, and entered the villa.
The usually well–lit first floor was now pitch black. Lucas thought it was unusual. He changed his shoes and went straight to the second floor.
The music room was as expected–empty, and Marion’s bedroom door was tightly closed.
Marion had a healthy sleeping schedule, but it was only 9 o’clock. She would not have gone to bed that early.
Did she go out?
Lucas took out his phone and found that, apart from Tobias, there were no other messages on his WhatsApp.
Very unusual.
Lucas stood at the door of Marion’s room for a while, then returned to his room, took a spare key, and opened her door.
The dark room revealed a prone figure on the bed. Marion was already asleep.
Clearly, she had done that on purpose.
Tsk, his little bunny was angry.
Lucas however, was in a great mood. He stood in the dark room for a while, scrutinizing the figure on the bed. After a long while, Lucas closed the door and left.
Marion woke up before dawn the next day. She had slept early and woke up at 6 AM. She was in high
spirits.
She put on her makeup, wore a pretty dress, and low–heeled sandals, then took a cab to Cassie’s
apartment.
She did not want to see Lucas! Was he not avoiding her anyway? She was not desperate. It was better
not to meet unless absolutely necessary.
When Marion arrived at Cassie’s apartment, it was not even 7 AM. She bought breakfast and knocked on the door. After several knocks, Cassie finally opened the door.
“Oh my God, am I dreaming? What time is it? Why are you here?” Cassie exclaimed.
“It’s seven o’clock. Is it too early?” Marion snorted and walked in without waiting for an answer.
Cassie glanced at the wall clock. It was only 6:45 AM.
“Marion must be out of her mind!‘ Cassie thought to herself.
Cassie had stayed up until almost 2 AM the previous night, thinking she could sleep in on the weekend, but Marion had pretty much ruined that plan.
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