The Bride’s Revenge (Marion Cartier And Jameson Royce) novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77 No Courtesy Extended 

The pressure shifted to Marion’s side. She raised her head and awkwardly smiled. “Dad, we’ve made plans with friends later. Let’s have dinner together next time!” 

All jokes aside, if Lucas and Richard continued their talk, her father might end up revealing secrets from her potty–training days! 

Richard did not seem to mind. “It’s okay, you young people should go out and have fun on weekends.” 

“You’re still young, Dad! I’m only eighteen!” 

Marion lifted her hand to her chin and struck a pose. She had always known how to sweet–talk Richard, and their interactions were consistently playful. However, when she put her hand down, she suddenly remembered that Lucas was sitting beside her. 

She froze. 

She turned her head and saw Lucas looking at her with his deep black eyes. There was a trace of a smile on his lips. 

“Yes, right?” she asked him. 

“Yes, Uncle is still young.” 

Richard was a little embarrassed by the attention. “I’m done with breakfast. After you finish, go upstairs and pack some of the things Marion usually uses.” 

As Richard spoke, he glanced at the piano room. Then his eyes seemed to tear. ‘ Have someone come and move the piano another day.” 

11 

Two months ago, when Marion was going to marry Jameson, Richard did not feel his loss so deeply. 

Now that Lucas had come to take Marion away, he realized that his daughter had truly grown up. She had started her own new life. 

Richard felt a deep melancholy settle into him. 

He had raised his daughter by himself and naturally found it hard to let her go. 

However, he did not want to appear impolite in front of his son–in–law. He suppressed his emotions immediately. “Mar, after you finish eating, take Lucas upstairs to see your old room and tidy up what needs to be packed.” 

Marion’s least favorite moment had arrived. She had already tidied up her room yesterday, “Got it!” 

Chapter 77 No Courtesy Extended 

2/2 

Marion had almost finished her meal. Lucas was not far behind. 

“Will you come up with me to my room?” 

Lucas looked at her. “What would I do otherwise?” 

“It might be a bit messy.” 

“Well, I’m mentally prepared.” 

He extended her no courtesy. 

Marion did not think her room was messy. She had spent more than thirty hours tidying it up yesterday. 

Two minutes later, Marion confidently led Lucas into her room. “Not messy, right?” 

Lucas studied the room he stood in. It was filled with traces of Marion’s childhood. 

Lucas lowered his head, and said in a husky voice, “Messy.” He was quietly referring to the chaos that raged in his heart. 

“…Where is it messy?” 

Marion was dissatisfied with his evaluation.