The Bride’s Revenge (Marion Cartier And Jameson Royce) novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92 Last Night 

Reluctant to let go entirely, Lucas restrained himself after just a little taste. 

As he eased off her, he reclined on the bed with closed eyes and slow breaths. The lingering fragrance of passion intermittently wafted over him. It was sweet yet torturous. After a while, he opened his eyes and gazed at Marion. She was 

wrapped around him, and he let out a resigned chuckle. 

His tolerance for alcohol might have been lacking, but his courage under its influence was undeniable. 

Marion, on the other hand, had a peculiar dream. In it, she was a rabbit, suddenly kissed by a sheep grazing on grass. The sheep was apologetic and offered her 

some grass to eat. 

Just when Marion thought she had encountered a polite gentlemanly sheep, it abruptly stood up, tore itself open, and revealed a wolf with glowing red eyes. 

Preparing to escape, Marion found herself pinned down by the wolf, which sensually licked her body and seemed to savor her like preparing a meal for consumption. And when Marion thought the wolf might spare her, it suddenly opened its bloodied mouth. 

When Marion opened her eyes realized she was just dreaming. However, as she assessed her current situation, she suspected she might be dreaming within a dream. She hastily pinched her cheek, and the pain made her aware that it was not a dream. 

“Are you awake?” Lucas, now awake as well, sat up, and his loosely fitted collar instantly revealed a large expanse of his white yet toned abdominal muscles. 

Marion turned her head and was met with the sight of those well–defined abs, and her face exploded in embarrassment. 

“I, you, we-” 

Marion felt like crying. How had a few sips of wine led to this situation? 

“What are you thinking?” 

Her head throbbed as Lucas pulled her braided hair. 

Marion cautiously turned her head and met those dark eyes. She forced a smile. ‘ Mr. Craig, last night, we didn’t, you know, do anything, right?” 

Lucas got up and leisurely fastened the third button of his sleepwear. As he bent down, he asked, “What’s ‘anything‘? Miss Marion, if you don’t explain yourself, 

11 

Chapter 92 Last Night 

it’s hard for me to answer your question.” 

2/2 

His breath enveloped her suddenly, and Marion felt the heat on her face. Feeling guilty, she dared not look into Lucas’s eyes. “I–I didn’t offend you last night, did I?” 

The tremble in her voice was evident. 

It was early morning, and they were both lying on the same bed. Not only that, Marion had been clinging to Lucas like an octopus. She was going to collapse.