The Bride’s Revenge ( Marion Cartier And Jameson Royce )
The Bride s Revenge ( Marion Cartier And Jameson Royce ) Chapter 237

Chapter 237 A Cooperative and Drunk Lucas 

Marion sat on the floor for a while, realizing that a considerable amount of time. had passed since they came down. 

If they did not head back up soon, Mrs. Bailey would probably call the cops. 

However, there was Lucas, completely wasted. 

Using the support of the liquor cabinet behind her, Marion stood up and peered at the still–seated man. “Mr. Craig, shall we go upstairs?” 

Upon hearing her words, he lifted his head, his dark eyes studying her for a moment. “What for?” 

Marion had to pause and ask herself if it was the usual Lucas talking. 

“To have dinner,” she replied before reaching out and pulling him up. 

He rose with her support. “I’m not hungry.” 

Well, of course, he would not be hungry when he was drunk! 

“How about going upstairs to rest?” 

He furrowed his brows, seriously contemplating her suggestion. After about five seconds, he nodded. 

Worried that a drunk Lucas might tumble down the stairs, she led him to the elevator. Surprisingly, a drunk Lucas was pretty cooperative. 

Marion looked at their intertwined hands with indescribable joy. 

She took him directly to the second floor before returning downstairs herself. 

Mrs. Bailey had prepared dinner. “Madam, dinner is ready.” 

“Oh, okay. Please save some for Lucas later. He isn’t feeling well, so he’ll eat later. 

Lucas had returned unexpectedly early today, and Mrs. Bailey could sense the master’s bad mood. Marion’s explanation sufficed for Mrs. Bailey, who went back to the kitchen without further inquiry. She divided the meal into two portions and served one while keeping the other aside. 

After dinner, Marion glanced out of the window. The rain was still pouring. 

With that, she went upstairs. It was past ten at night after she showered and prepared to head to sleep when she suddenly remembered the intoxicated Lucas. She contemplated for a moment but decided to knock on the master bedroom’s. 

door. 

She stood at the door for almost ten seconds before it opened. Lucas had showered and in a bathrobe. With one hand on the doorknob and the other massaging his temple, he asked, “What’s the matter?” 

Marion looked at him, finding it awkward. “Are you sober now?” 

He nodded and then seemed to recall something, “Sorry, I was in a bad mood this afternoon, and I got drunk.” 

She quickly waved her hand, not trying to pretend nothing happened. “Not worries. I’ve offended you twice already, so you can offend me once. It’s no big deal.” 

After that, she saw a rare, relaxed smile on his face. “Thank you, Miss Cartier.” 

Marion laughed nervously. “Are you hungry?” 

“A little.” 

Lucas quickly added, “You can rest. You don’t have to trouble yourself. I’ll go downstairs and make a sandwich.” 

Marion knew he misunderstood, so she hurriedly explained, “I’ve told Mrs. Bailey to save you some food. It’s still warm in the pot. Just go down and get it.” 

Lucas looked at her, his eyes glinting. “Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome.” 

She had not properly thanked him for the late–night hospital visit either. 

Just as Marion was about to say goodnight and go back to rest, Lucas suddenly asked, “Miss Cartier, can I ask you a blunt question?” 

Marion blinked. “Sure, go ahead.” 

What kind of blunt question did Lucas have? 

As it turned out, his question was not blunt at all. “Do I have no appeal at all?” 

“How can that be? How can you lack appeal? A crowd of debutantes would be eyeing to marry you!” 

However, the next second, Marion truly regretted her words when she heard him ask again, “Then why do you feel nothing when it comes to me, Miss Cartier?”

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