The Bride’s Revenge ( Marion Cartier And Jameson Royce )
The Bride s Revenge ( Marion Cartier And Jameson Royce ) Chapter 71

Chapter 71 My Wife Accidentally Did That 

Marion looked out of the car window and dared not misbehave any longer. Fortunately, the car stopped shortly at the Cartiers‘ villa. 

Glancing at the man beside her, Marion took off the coat and set it aside. “I’ve arrived home.” 

The man slowly opened his eyes, glanced outside the window, then turned his head to look at her. “Have a good rest. Sweet dreams.” 

“Alright. Sweet dreams to you too.” 

Marion breathed a sigh of relief when she heard him speak calmly. Perhaps she was cursed. She could not handle Lucas’s tenderness–it was too peculiar and slightly confusing. 

Marion pushed open the car door and exited. The driver had already unfolded her wheelchair and placed it by the door. She sat in it as soon as she got out of the car. 

Before closing the door, Marion glanced into the compartment. In the dimly lit space, Lucas was still looking at her. Amidst the dimness, Marion felt as if a hungry wolf was staring at her. 

Startled, she quickly closed the door with a loud bang, applying a bit more force than she had intended. She was still quite affected by the incidents during the ride. 

Lucas chuckled, and the compartment echoed with the low, pleased laughter of a man. Liam could not help himself when he heard the laughter. “Mr. Craig? Some good news?” 

“A big rabbit jumped into my arms.” 

Lucas rarely responded directly to him, and this time, Liam did not understand the meaning behind Lucas’s words. But since Lucas was happy, he could only laugh along. “That’s indeed good news.” 

In reality, Liam had no idea what the good news was about. 

Lucas watched Marion enter the Cartiers‘ villa through the car window. Only when she was out of sight did he suppress his smile and resume his usual cold demeanor. “Drive.” 

Liam reigned in his emotions. “Alright, Mr. Craig.” 

As the car left the villa, Lucas received a call from Martin. He was hanging out with the rest and asked if he wanted to join them. 

“… You bailed on our appointment the day before yesterday, can you at least show 

Chapter 21 My Wife Accidentally Did That 

up today and hang out with us?” 

“I understand.” 

Lucas hung up and instructed the driver, “Go to Lion’s Den.“” 

He was not going for the sake of pleasing Martin. 

Lucas lowered his head to inspect his collar. He flipped up the neatly folded fabric to reveal the lipstick marks scattered across it. 

Half an hour later, when Lucas entered the private room, Martin was already boasting about being able to get Lucas to join them. “I’ve got some pull, right? Look, I told you Lucas would come tonight!” 

Preston smiled, “Sure, you have great influence.” 

He handed Lucas a glass of wine. Lucas took it, sat down, and raised his hand to adjust his collar. “The air conditioning is a bit high, feels hot.” 

Tobias watched his movements. “What’s on your collar, Lucky Luke?” 

Lucas furrowed his brows. “What’s on it?” 

Martin, who had just fixed the air conditioning, went over to him. “Did I see it right? These are lipstick marks! Lucky, when did you let someone get so close to you?” 

Was the guy not known for being a bit of a prude? 

Lucas disdainfully pulled away from Martin’s hand. “Oh, my wife accidentally did that.” 

“What did I just hear?” Preston quipped. 

“Aren’t you a bit too much? Have you forgotten about your sweetheart so soon? It’s only been a few days since you got married!” 

Tobias pondered that as he looked at Lucas. “Is it possible that the current Mrs. Craig is the sweetheart Lucky Luke has been searching for all along?” 

Martin, who was not entirely clueless, said, “So, tonight you’re here to show off your marriage?” 

Damn, was that not going too far? 

Lucas cast a glance at him. “Wasn’t it you who wanted me to come here to entertain you?” 

Martin was speechless. 

It may not have been worth it after all. 

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