The Bride’s Revenge (Marion Cartier And Jameson Royce) novel Chapter 325

Chapter 325 How Did He Get In? 

“Shall we eat out or have dinner at home?” 

“Let’s have it at home.” 

Marlon glanced at him still feeling embarrassed, “I’ll just make some noodles.” 

“I’ll cook.” 

Surprised by his response, Marion asked, “Can you cook?” 

Lucas lifted her as he said, “You’ll see soon.” 

Marion instinctively hooked her arms around his neck. As she looked at his Adam’s apple, she was unable to resist touching it. 

Her courage was greater than Lucas had imagined. Once she started, she did not stop. 

When they reached the kitchen, Lucas could not bear it anymore. He placed her on the glass table and grabbed her hand. “Touching me there is no fun. How about another place?” 

Marion quickly withdrew her hand. “I–I’m so hungry!” 

She rubbed her stomach for effect. 

Lucas glanced at her, “Are egg noodles okay?” 

She nodded. “Yeah, that should be okay.” 

How could she resist her husband’s hand–cooked noodles? Marion blushed at her own shamelessness. 

Lucas did not lie. He really did know how to cook noodles. 

As she watched his skillful knife work, Marion thought he probably knew how to cook other dishes as well. 

“Can you cook well?” 

“What do you think?” 

Lucas put away the cutting board and smiled at her. 

“Yes, you look like you’re really good at it!” 

“Don’t tempt me tonight, honey.” 

It was the second time he called her ‘honey‘. 

Marion blushed heavily, turning her gaze away. “I’m not tempting you.” 

Lucas did not respond but continued with his task. 

A bowl of fresh egg noodles was ready in no time. 

Marion sat at the dining table, genuinely hungry. 

She took her fork and the bowl of noodles from Lucas and began eating while making small contented 

sounds. 

Midway through her meal, she could not bear it anymore and looked at Lucas across the table, “Can you stop looking at me for a moment?” 

She was starting to lose her appetite. 

Lucas diverted his gaze and leaned back in his chair, but his eyes never really left her face. 

Marion was still blushing furiously when she finished her noodles. 

After the meal, she felt sleepy. 

Lucas cleaned up, put things in the dishwasher, and then took her upstairs. 

When he led into the master bedroom, Marion stiffened slightly, “I–I’m tired.‘ 

“1 

“If you’re tired, sleep. I’m not stopping you.” He let go of her, and with a sudden movement, began unbuttoning his shirt. 

“Then I’ll head in.” She could not bring herself to look at him. 

2 

She turned to leave. But before she took two steps, Lucas reached out and pulled her back, “Where are you going?” 

The playful gleam in his dark eyes made her feel uneasy. 

“I’m going back to my room.” 

He clicked his tongue, “Have you ever seen a husband and wife sleep in separate rooms?”