The Bride’s Revenge (Marion Cartier And Jameson Royce) novel Chapter 386

Chapter 386 Is That True? 

“It’s good you’re aware of it,” he responded in a deep voice before lifting her chin and kissing her, 

Marion was caught off guard by the air that was instantly sucked out of her. She instinctively grabbed onto his shirt tightly, feeling like her lips were melting into his 

However, he did not devour her. Instead, he just lightly nibbled on her lips now and then. 

Marion’s breath grew heavier with each passing moment, and on that scorching, afternoon, even the air seemed to crackle with heat. 

When her clothes were lifted, she felt a gust of cool air. The sudden chill brought her back to reality, and she gently pushed him away, signaling resistance. 

Lucas’s hand rubbed her soft waist, and his palm felt like it was on fire. 

Marion felt the heat burn directly into her heart. Feeling a bit scared, she pushed him away with force. “Lucas-” 

He glanced at her, finally yielding to her plea. He held her and leaned back heavily into the sofa behind him. “Mrs. Craig, tell me. When can we light the candle yet?” 

Marion looked up, her eyes misty as she looked at him pitifully. “Do you just want to light the candle? 

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Was that all to it? 

Lucas could not stand her gaze, so he reached out and covered her eyebrows. “Stop looking at me like that.” 

The man’s hoarse and low voice somehow made Marion feel aroused. She gulped and pulled his hand away, blushing as she looked at him. “Seriously, we’ve only known each other for just over three 

months.” 

It all happened so fast. 

Marion had never dreamed she would fall in love with a man in three months, but it seemed to make 

sense with Lucas. 

She leaned on his chest, fighting off embarrassment to continue, “I think we can stay together for a long time.” 

They were not just attracted to each other by hormones, waiting for the passion to fade and then going their separate ways. 

She did not want that type of love; she just wanted a steady and long–lasting relationship. 

Lucas felt helpless and heartbroken. “Got it.” 

He then rubbed her head and kissed her forehead. “We’ll take our time.” 

“Yeah.” 

Marion was too embarrassed to lift her head, so she simply lay on his chest. 

The house was quiet, with the afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows, shining on the two on the sofa. The man’s features were backlit, and all the light from his dark eyes fell on Marion in his 

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arms. 

After holding him for a while, Marion, for some reason, suddenly remembered what Amber said that day. “Do you like watching motorboat races?” 

Lucas raised an eyebrow. “Can’t say I do.”