The Bride’s Revenge

Chapter 225 | Just Want to Kiss You

Lost in thought, Marion noticed that the car had already entered the villa garage.

Soon, Lucas had parked the car.

The garage was brightly lit, and it was only then that Lucas noticed Marion's cheeks were flushed. “We're here.” Marion snapped back to reality, looking out of the car and realizing they had reached home.

She quickly unbuckled her seatbelt, pushed open the car door, and stepped out. But as soon as she got out, she swayed. Something was off — why did it feel dizzy?

“Legs hurting?” Lucas asked.

Just as Marion steadied herself, she glanced awkwardly at Lucas. “No, just a bit dizzy.”

Not only was she dizzy, but she was feeling warm too.

Marion instinctively raised her hand to touch her cheek, feeling the warmth. She was surprised. “Am | running a fever?” “You drank alcohol,” he stated simply.

Marion thought for a moment. “No, | had a glass of orange juice when | went upstairs with Alice. Later, while waiting for you, | had a glass of fruit juice.”

She had not consumed any alcohol. She knew her limits. Why would she drink alcohol? “That was fruit wine!” Lucas clarified.

Marion looked at him in surprise. “Really?”Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“Yeah.”

“Well, I'm going to take a shower and go to bed!” Seizing the moment while still clear-headed, she hurriedly went upstairs, intending to lock her room door. She did not want to risk getting tipsy later and doing something outrageous!

Marion quickly ascended the stairs, her dress swaying.

Lucas watched her, making a clicking sound with his tongue before following her upstairs.

Once Marion returned to her room, she quickly removed her makeup, took a shower, and then lay in bed. Just sleep, just sleep!

For some reason, she could not fall asleep. She felt warm, but also strangely excited.

The unfamiliar sensation was reminiscent of the exaggerated plots Cassie used to share with her from those melodramatic romance novels where the female protagonist was drugged.

She was not anywhere near that extreme, but she was excited, unable to sleep, and a bit warm.

Uncomfortable, perhaps, but not unbearable. It was more like feeling thirsty.

Marion lay for a while, licked her lips again, and finally could not resist getting up to go downstairs to get some water. To her surprise, she saw Lucas also there, drinking water.

The man had showered, wore loose pajamas, and sat on a high stool with his right leg bent and the left leg casually stretched out.

When he noticed her approach, he pulled back his left leg, and his gaze fell on her face. “Still feeling hot?” Marion nodded, grabbed a glass of water, and chugged it down.

When she looked up, she found Lucas staring at her. Neither of them spoke, and the quiet living room allowed them to hear each other’s breath.

Marion broke the silence. “Is fruit wine high in alcohol content?”

Although her alcohol tolerance was not the best, it could not be that bad. “Not very high,” he replied.

Marion touched her cheek. “I didn’t think my alcohol tolerance was this low.”

As she spoke, she glanced at Lucas and gathered her courage. “Do you think there was something else in the wine?”

She felt something was off, She wanted to kiss Lucas just by looking at him. What kind of strange thoughts were these? Lucas put down his glass, leaned over, and placed his hand on her forehead. “Not too feverish.

Removing his hand from her forehead, he lightly touched her cheek with his index finger. “Feeling warm?” Marion stared at him blankly, nodding.

“Uncomfortable?”

“Not uncomfortable, just...”

Marion found it difficult to articulate.

“Just what?”

His black eyes were fixed on her, urging her to continue.

Feeling his gaze, Marion’s heartbeat accelerated, and she could only think of one thing, “I just want to kiss you.” Suddenly she felt something soft on her lips.

Akiss... they kissed?