The Bride’s Revenge

Chapter 39 Want to Touch It?

Richard was delighted with Lucas’s words. He took a sip of tea and said, “Trust is the most important thing between husband and wife.”

This statement from Richard was both contemplative and advisory. Lucas humbly responded, and the two chatted for a while. Then Richard tactfully left Marion and Lucas alone in the living room.

Only Marion and Lucas remained in the living room as Richard went upstairs. Lucas leisurely put down his teacup, turned his head to look at Marion beside him, and raised his eyebrows. “Heading home, Mrs. Craig?”

He knew how to tease her. Marion felt awkward and apologized. “Sorry, Jameson can be annoying. Can we go out for a late— night snack?”

Marion was aware of her inconsistency—she called Lucas to come over, but now she was hesitant to leave with him. After speaking, she pressed her lips, avoiding direct eye contact with Lucas.

Being a clever man, Lucas naturally understood Marion’s intention. He loosened his legs and crossed them in front of Marion. As he extended his leg, the fabric of his trousers brushed against Marion's lower leg. She felt a sense of coolness and a tingle in her legs.

“What kind of late-night snack would Mrs. Craig like?”

Marion instinctively pulled her leg inward. “There’s a street near Sapphire Square with many late- night snack stalls. Would that be okay?”

Observing Lucas in his smart suit, Marion suddenly felt that the place might not be suitable for him.” Let's go to Ocean Street instead near the Tidal Wave Plaza.” “Sure.”

Lucas lazily raised his hand and casually pulled at the collar of his shirt. With the first two buttons undone, the shirt collar opened even wider. Watching his slender and fair fingers brushing over his

collarbone, Marion gulped silently. The man was very seductive.

Realizing the nature of her thoughts, Marion’s face instantly heated up. Catching a faint woody fragrance from the man, she abruptly stood up to avoid accidentally brushing against her injured leg. However, as she did so a hand appeared around her waist, and a strong arm cushioned her fall and

prevented further harm to her injured leg. “Did you hurt yourself?”

She had just taken a light breath when she heard the man’s pure and deep voice near her ear. Marion subconsciously lifted her head, and her gaze collided directly with his intense black eyes.

Leaning over to hold her, Lucas’s body was now almost entirely pressed against hers. The distance that had initially been a half arm's length was reduced to a fist-sized gap, intensifying the crisp

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His breath synchronized with hers, and Marion felt her cheeks heating up. She awkwardly averted her gaze. “Thank you, Mr. Craig.”

“Aren't we husband and wife?”

Marion stiffened for a moment, then turned her head to look at him. She saw the faint teasing smile in his dark eyes, she realized he was mocking her.

“| deliberately said that for Jameson to hear.” “| know.”

Lucas withdrew his hand from around her waist and straightened his legs then stood up beside her. ” Let’s go for a late-night snack, Mrs. Craig.”

Marion looked at his outstretched hand, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out to take it. ” Thank you.”

Lucas was not as cold—hearted as was rumored. Marion’s wheelchair was still on the first floor. As she approached the stairs and was about to descend slowly, Lucas came up from behind and lifted her. ” No need for the trouble, Mrs. Craig.”

His broad arms cradled her and made her appear especially petite. It was surprisingly comfortable.

Marion thanked him, and her gaze fell on the man’s Adam’s apple. She watched it move up and down. She instinctively mirrored the gesture nervously.

Throughout the journey, Marion's hands itched to touch his neck. Fortunately, the staircase was only about twenty steps, and Lucas, who exercised regularly, carried her effortlessly, quickly reaching the ground floor.

“Do you want to use your wheelchair?” Lucas asked. Marion snapped out of her thoughts and felt embarrassed as she nodded. “Yes.”

Lucas placed her in the wheelchair, but instead of getting up immediately, he leaned forward and placed both hands on the wheelchair’s armrests. He was almost at eye level with her.

Meeting those black eyes, Marion’s heart skipped a beat, but she tried to maintain her composure. What’s wrong?” “Want to touch it?” Chapter 40 Lucas Isn’t a Good Person

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