Chapter 8 Miss Cartier, Are You Trying to y with Me?


    Marion had faced off with Sally many times, but she had never won so thoroughly as she did today. In the past, she cared too


    much about Jameson, making it impossible for her to stay rational when confronting Sally. Despite knowing that Sally’s


    provocations were intentional, she could not help but fall into her trap every time.


    Now that she had awakened, Marion suddenly realized that Sally’s tricks were nothing special. She used to be so foolish!


    Thinking about Sally’s frustrated expression after hanging up the phone, Marion felt extremely pleased with herself.


    She put her phone down, turned off the lights, andy back down. That night, Marion slept better than ever before. [2]


    In the morning, even Richard noticed that Marion looked exceptionally well. She even ate two extra buns for breakfast.


    Seeing her in high spirits, Richard finally felt relieved to go to work and handle the umted tasks over the past few days.


    Cassie had taken intermittent leave for a month to care for Marion. Today, despite Marion’s insistence, she decided not to extend


    her leave and returned to work. 2


    Marion finished her breakfast and went straight to the piano room. She had been lying in bed for over a month, and her hands


    felt almost rusty. [1


    Touching her beloved piano, she quickly immersed herself in her world of melodies. If it were not for the sudden ringtone of her


    phone, Marion could have spent the entire morning in the musical world of her piano. [1]


    Stopping her movements, Marion picked up her phone. She frowned as she saw the unfamiliar


    number. Well, it seemed that Sally was undeterred.


    “Sally, you’re quite persistent. If you’re so capable, why don’t you go register for your marriage with Jameson today!”


    “Miss Cartier, it’s me.”


    Adeep and mellow male voice came from the phone. Marion was startled, and her hand identally hit the piano, creating a


    loud “ng” that startled the birds outside the window.


    Realizing her mistake, Marion felt a bit embarrassed. “Mr. Craig?”


    “lm outside the vi, Miss Cartier.”


    Marion quickly wheeled her chair to the window and saw a Bentley parked downstairs.


    “Mr. Craig, is there something you need?”


    She could not easily go downstairs due to her leg so she had to inquire first. However, as soon as she


    Chapter 8 Miss Cartier, Are You Trying to y with Me?


    finished speaking, Marion remembered why Lucas hade over.Published by N?v''elD/rama.Org.


    Lucas on the other end of the phone had also realized something. The male voice that spoke again sounded more indifferent:


    “Miss Cartier, are you trying to y with me?”


    “No, Mr. Craig, please listen to me. | can exin-”


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    Exin what exactly. That she had a momentarypse of judgment? That she just wanted to provoke


    Jameson. However, as she was about to speak, Marion felt that she was going too far.


    Although she did not know what had gotten into Lucas, he was indeed very serious about ”pensating” her.


    “So, Miss Cartier, are you ying with me?”


    The man’s voice came again, and Marion nervously denied, “No, I... I''ll go get my ID right away.” ￡23


    As soon as she finished speaking, she heard Lucas’s voice behind her, “Miss Cartier, you have difficulty moving with your leg, |


    think you might need my help.”


    Marion felt a sense of guilt. She was not sure why Lucas had suddenly be so serious, but it seemed like he was noting


    to help her; instead, he was here to keep an eye on her so that she would get her ID.


    After Lucas spoke, he went over and lifted her.


    The scent of sandalwood emanated from the man, and Marion instinctively hugged Lucas’s neck. Lucas stood up straight,


    nced down at her, and said casually, “Wheelchairs are too troublesome.” With that, he carried her out, asking, “Miss Cartier,


    where is your household registration book?” “In my room,” Marion replied in a daze, staring nkly at the man’s jawline so close


    to her. For a moment, she forgot how to react, just responding to whatever he asked.


    Watching Lucas put the household registration book into his pocket, Marion wanted to say something. However, as his dark eyes


    looked down at her, she swallowed nervously and hesitated.


    How could she dare to y with him?


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