The Bride’s Revenge

Chapter 195 Be More Careful Next Time Marion buried her head, “Could you please leave first, Mr. Craig?” Despite being a quite clever person, why did Marion seem like a clumsy penguin whenever she was around Lucas?

“If you stay crouched like this, your blood circulation might be affected, and you could feel dizzy when you stand up later. Can you guarantee that you won't feel lightheaded and fall when you get up later? What’s more important, feeling embarrassed or ensuring your safety?”

Well, safety was more crucial.

Marion bit her lip and decided to let go of her concerns. She looked up at Lucas and said, “Do you think | look like a clumsy penguin?”

“Not at all,” Lucas replied.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Marion secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but her relief lasted only for a moment. Lucas spoke again, “More like a clumsy rabbit.’

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Alright, she got it. There was too much evidence of her clumsiness in front of him. Yet Marion did not want to change that perception.

If he thought she was clumsy, it was better than discovering she harbored feelings for him. With that in mind, Marion did not feel so embarrassed.

She pursed her lips, comforted herself, and decided to stand up and go to the piano room to practice.

As soon as she stood up, as Lucas had warned, her vision blurred, and her head felt dizzy. Her body swayed as she struggled to find her balance.

“Feeling dizzy?” Lucas extended his hand to support her, and she leaned on him. After a few seconds, her vision gradually cleared, and the dizziness subsided.

She looked up, her gaze fixed on his Adam’s apple, recalling the day Lucas asked if she wanted to touch it.

Almost involuntarily, she could not resist asking, “Can | touch your Adam’s apple again?”

‘Marion, have you become bolder?’ She asked herself.

“Weren't you quite thorough the last time?” Lucas responded in surprise.

Marion's audacity instantly vanished. She quickly apologized, “I’m sorry, | wasn’t making sense.” “Go ahead and touch it.”

Marion thought she might have misheard him and looked into his black eyes for an answer. Lucas looked at her calmly. Even invitingly.

Marion pursed her lips, slowly and extended her hand to touch it.

After all, since she had no more shame, there was no harm in what she was about to do.

It was a little firm yet somewhat soft, her fingertips could feel a slight warmth.

Marion intended to retract her hand after a brief touch, but Lucas held onto her wrist.

“This time, touch it more thoroughly, so you won't keep wondering, alright?”

Marion's hand trembled, and she dared not touch it again. Her face turned an explosive red. “I was just curious! Purely curious!” “Well, it's mutual. Mind satisfying my curiosity?”

Marion lifted her head and gazed at him. Her vision sank into those dark eyes, profoundly mysterious and dangerous.

“What are you curious about?” she asked as she blinked her round eyes.

He remained silent, raised his index finger, and gently touched her lips.

“What flavor is this?” he asked softly.

Marion shuddered, ‘It’s not quite right, is it? A fake couple playing kissy-kissy? This plotline seems a bit off.’

“Looks like it could be cherry flavored.” His dark eyes stared at her. “Do you mind?”

Of course, she did!

But she had just touched his Adam’s apple! Saying she minded now, would not be right, would it not?

‘Come on, a kiss is nothing, especially in today’s modern society. After all, a kiss only represents a brief touching of the lips.’ Marion mentally prepared herself and gritted her teeth. “I don’t mind.”

“Really?” Lucas raised an eyebrow and then leaned in.

Their cheeks were close and his warm breath brushed against her face..

Marion’s heart raced, her mind went blank, and she instinctively closed her eyes, stammering,

“Yes, | don’t mind.”