The Bride’s Revenge (Marion Cartier And Jameson Royce) novel Chapter 328

Chapter 328 She Couldn’t Bring Herself To Say It 

Marion’s legs truly went weak this time, and her hand instinctively grabbed Lucas’s bathrobe. 

Unexpectedly, the fabric slid off his shoulder with her touch, revealing a glimpse of unexpected allure. 

Flustered, Marion stammered, “I–I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. Let me help-” 

“It’s okay. I’m not cold. Mrs. Craig, could you answer me first? What color is the towel in my hand?” 

One of his hands firmly held hers while the other tucked behind his back. 

Marion stole a glance but saw nothing. Therefore, she pursed her lips, hazarding a guess, “White.” 

Before she could finish, the distinct scent of sandalwood suddenly receded. 

Marion froze and instinctively looked at him. 

Lucas swiftly pulled up the robe she had inadvertently pulled down before walking to the bedside and handing her phone to her. “I wasn’t holding a towel.” 

While speaking, his deep, unfathomable eyes lost their warmth and humor, assuming an icy 

composure. 

Marion’s chest felt heavy as she took the phone. “So, I’ll head back?” 

“Yeah,” he replied as he sat on the sofa and poured a glass of red wine from the table. 

Marion stood there and watched as he sipped the wine, feeling a bitter pang in her heart. She was overcome by guilt and wondered if she had gone too far. 

Had she not just confessed? Yet, she did not even so much as look at him. Her phone seemed more important than him, and in hindsight, it did seem rather unfair… 

The figure on the couch quietly sipped his drink without even glancing at her. 

Marion recalled her grandmother’s old yellow dog and how it used to lie by the door with its head down whenever she left, seemingly indifferent. However, it was betrayed by its drooping ears and tail. 

Lucas now resembled that old dog, silent and resigned. 

In an instant, guilt overwhelmed her. 

She could not bring herself to go back to her room and sleep now because that would be too heartless! 

In just a few short seconds, Marion managed to psych herself out. She exhaled and approached, reaching for the wine glass in his hand. 

To her surprise, his grip tightened, resisting her efforts to take it. 

“Aren’t you tired? You’ve got your phone. Why don’t you go back and rest?” 

He looked up at her, his expression now cool and distant, a stark contrast to the affection and 

Chapter 338 She Couldn’t Bring Herself To Say It 

tenderness he had shown moments ago when he called her “baby“. 

Marion felt a lump in her throat. “Drinking isn’t good for you.” 

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“I’m the one drinking it, so it’s not good for me, not for you. Besides, nobody really cares, so what’s the harm?” 

Marion realized Lucas was being sarcastic, and she was no match for him when he got like that.