The Bride’s Revenge

Chapter 185 Can | Pay You Back in Installments?

“Something up?” Lucas adjusted his bathrobe, covering those well-defined eight-pack abs, but the spacious neckline still dipped low on his chest.

Marion made an effort to avert her gaze, pretending nonchalance as she looked towards him. “I just received a call. It was from your father’s secretary.”

“What did they say?” Lucas turned and walked into the room. Marion hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly followed him inside.

“Your father wants to meet me. Tomorrow at half-past twelve, at the Blue Lake Coffeehouse.” “Ignore him.”

Marion nodded, “Honestly, I’m not too keen on meeting him either.

“Hmm.”

Lucas agreed, ‘Is it time for your leg follow-up appointment?”

“Yes, tomorrow's check-up.”

“In the morning?”Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“Yes, the morning session.”

Lucas furrowed his brows, “After the check-up, give me a call. I'll come pick you up.” He had a morning meeting that he could not get out of.

Marion softly exclaimed, “But | have plans for lunch with a friend.”

Lucas, who was planning to have lunch with Marion, interjected, “Okay, you take care then. “Yeah, my leg is almost fully recovered anyway.”

“Hmm.”

Lucas responded calmly, not saying anything more. The room fell unexpectedly silent. Marion felt slightly awkward, “Then I’ll go back to rest, okay?”

Lucas did not respond immediately, and as she was about to leave, he suddenly asked, “Has Jameson contacted you recently?”

Marion had almost forgotten about Jameson lately, and hearing him mentioned made her realize it had been over a month since she last saw him. She blinked, “No, he hasn’t contacted me. Did he reach out to you?”

“Yeah.” Marion instinctively became nervous, her gaze becoming cautious, “Did he say anything bad about me?”

Lucas straightened up, picked up the cup on the table, and took a sip of water. Thinking about what Jameson had said last night, a hint of mockery flashed through his dark eyes. When he looked up, his expression had returned to normal. “Sort of.”

“Oh, I’m sorry! You don’t need to bother about him. Let him go crazy on his own!” Marion had a hunch about what Jameson might say to Lucas, not because she was afraid of Jameson angering Lucas, but rather that she was worried about Lucas acting on the information.

She feared that Lucas might hold her responsible!

Despite their time together being relatively pleasant, with Lucas treating her well despite his aloofness, Marion thought of Lucas like a big cat.

When he was in a good mood, he might not mind if you touched him, but once you crossed him, the consequences could be severe.

“Why are you apologizing to me?” Marion gathered her thoughts and whispered, “Afraid you’d be angry?” Lucas narrowed his eyes, “Afraid I'd take it out on Jameson?”

“Not really. Mainly, | was afraid you’d blame me.’

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Marion often regretted speaking her mind. She could not understand why, in Lucas’s presence, she would involuntarily reveal her inner thoughts. The atmosphere became awkward for a moment.

Marion lowered her head, absentmindedly picking at the leather sofa beneath her. Unbeknownst to her, the genuine leather sofa had quite a personality. With just a slight touch, it began to protest.

Astrange sound from the sofa added to the awkwardness of the situation.

“Sorry!” She quickly lowered her head, observing where she had unintentionally scratched the sofa. Flustered, she said, “This sofa must be expensive, right?”

Lucas looked at her. She seemed embarrassed, with reddened ears. “Not really. Just over four hundred thousand dollars.” That was considered not expensive?

Marion felt like crying. “Can | pay you back in installments?”