The Bride’s Revenge

Chapter 89 Who Would Not Like It?

In the elevator, Marion glanced at Lucas, only to find him looking down at her. Her ears burned, and she instinctively tightened her grip on the paper bag in her arms. The bag was fragile, and as she grasped it tightly, a crisp sound rang out.

There were only Marion and Lucas in the elevator. Listening to that sound, Marion felt not only her ears but also her face heating up.

“What did you receive?”

“Huh?”

Upon hearing Lucas’s voice, she instinctively looked up and gazed into those black eyes. “Let me see.” Marion tore open the sealing tape and unfolded the paper bag. There was a box inside.

She took out the box and discovered a gold necklace inside. The design was simple, with a pendant shaped like a mother—of-— pearl cat’s paw. It was quite cute.

She picked up the necklace and showed it to Lucas. “It’s a necklace, Mr. Craig.”

Lucas lowered his head slightly, as he paused to look at the necklace in Marion's slender fingers. Then he shifted his focus to her round eyes. He smiled.

He lightly tapped the wheelchair’s handle with his index finger. “Do you like it that much?” Anecklace worth a few hundred, what was there to be so delighted about?

“It's an unexpected gain, so I’m happy.”

Given for free and did not cost her a dime, who would not like it?

As Marion finished speaking, the elevator doors opened.

Lucas withdrew his gaze and pushed her out of the elevator.

Tall and well-dressed, he looked like a model walking on a runway. With a wheelchair in tow, their exit from the elevator attracted quite a few glances.

Marion felt uncomfortable under the scrutiny. She almost wanted to get up from the wheelchair and walk away on her own. Fortunately, the distance was not long, and soon, Lucas pushed her to the side of the car.

Liam spotted Lucas from a distance and had sensibly gotten out of the car. Even before they approached, he had already opened the rear door.

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“Mr. Craig, Mrs. Craig.”

Marion stood up from the wheelchair. “Thank you, Mr. Benz.”

She could not bring herself to call him Liam. With a paper bag in one hand and her purse in the other, she bent down and got into the car.

Lucas watched as her gaze swept over the paper bag, his dark eyes shifting slightly. He then bent down and got into the car as well.

The air conditioning was on inside the car, but Marion’s face felt hotter with each passing moment. She looked outside the car window at the colorful lights, and the intoxication seemed to intensify. Even the scenery outside began to feel

surreal.

As they approached a traffic light, the car came to a stop. Marion watched as the lights outside the car window went from one to two and felt increasingly disoriented. Why were the cars outside swaying?

From the moment they got in the car until now, Marion had not said a word. The atmosphere inside the car was unusually quiet, something Lucas was not accustomed to.

He opened his eyes, turned his head slightly, and looked at Marion beside him. She seemed to be doing something. Her left hand was pressed against the car window.

As the traffic light turned green, the car started moving. Marion’s head swayed, and she bumped it against the window. Perhaps feeling the pain, she took a sharp breath and lifted her hand to rub her forehead.

Lucas watched her for a moment, then reached over to open her hand. “Let me see.”

His breath brushed against her face. In a half-awake, half-dazed state, Marion mumbled, “Mr. Craig?”

There was nothing on her forehead, but her face was flushed. Lucas glanced at her. Her round eyes look glassy.

For some reason, his fingers tingled. He moved them to Marion’s cheek and pinched it lightly. “Are you drunk?”Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Marion's response was slow, “Y—yes, a little.”

Her speech was slurred. As she looked at the man swaying in front of her, she reached forward to try to steady him.

Her fingers slid across his cheek, and Lucas felt a tingling sensation on his face.

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He caught her wandering hand. “What are you trying to do?”