Chapter 287 Bringing Mrs. Craig Home
Dawdling until half-past nine, Marion finally decided to go home. Cassie’s conscience suddenly kicked in when Marion was
getting ready to leave. “How about you stay the night at my ce?”
Marion had vented her frustration all day and was feeling less upset. In the end, it was all in her head, as Lucas had not done
anything wrong.
They were in a business partnership, and his concerns about their rtionship changing were normal. Although it saddened her,
he was not wrong.
“Forget it, | won’t go back tonight. Who knows, tomorrow there might be rumors of my marriage falling apart again.”
She did not want peopleughing at her as it seemed to happen quite frequentlytely which inevitably led to awkward situations
at home.
Cassie pursed her lips. “Then Ill take you downstairs.”
“Yeah, sure.”
After spending the entire day outside, Marion was exhausted. She felt dispirited.
Thinking that Marion was in a bad mood, Cassie tried to cheer her up in the elevator. “Once upon a time, a wolf who had just
gone through a breakup passed by a wooden house while searching for food. Suddenly, he heard a man inside scolding his
mischievous son, ‘If you cry again, I''ll throw you out to feed the wolves!‘ The wolf heard this and decided to wait outside the
house all night. When morning came, the wolf was disappointed as he muttered to himself. ‘All men are liars!’ he said to himself”
Marion nced at Cassie without expression. “So...what’s your point?”
Cassie awkwardly replied, “The point is that even a wolf knows men are all liars.
Marion did not know how to respond to Cassie.
She felt like Cassie was making fun of her.
Marion snorted, lifted her head, and saw Lucas walking towards her.
“What? How could he be here? How did he know | was here?’ Marion asked herself.
Marion looked at Cassie. “Did you tell him we were here?”
Cassie was even more surprised than Marion. “I’ve been with you the whole day. What could | have done without you knowing?”
Marion thought about it and realized that was true.
As Lucas approached, she remembered that not only had she ignored Lucas’s phone call, but she had also not replied to his
message asking when she would be home, which he sent around seven.
Feeling guilty, Marion said, “I''ve changed my mind. Do you mind if | stay at your ce tonight?”
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Just for one night!
Cassie frowned at her.
While they were talking, Lucas had already walked up to Marion.
The August night was hot, even with the wind blowing, it felt stifling
Yet, Lucas was still wearing his ck shirt and loose dark trousers. He was dressed in ck from head
to toe.
The familiar scent of cedarwood wafted through the air and made Marion nervously aware of the sweat on her palms.
She looked at Lucas, unsure of what she should say.
Cassie dared not make a sound.
As Larcas approached Marion, she tactfully took a step back. Would Lucas hit a woman? If he hit Marion now, could she call the
police? Would they get involved in domestic violence cases?
As Cassie watched Lucas raise his hand, she was already prepared to call the police.
However, just before she could dial the number, Lucas reached out to take Marion’s hand.
It was beyond belief; another disy of their affection!
“Feeling hot?” Lucas asked Marion.
Lucas wiped the sweat on Marion’s palm as he spoke to her.
His voice was calm, devoid of any trace of anger.
Marion was momentarily puzzled about his intention until she looked at Cassie. Then it came to her.
Lucas did not know that Cassie was aware of the secrets in their marriage and so he was acting! Acting for Cassie to witness
their marital rtionship!
Marion could only go along with it. She braced herself. “Why did youe?”
“To bring Mrs. Craig home.”
He tightened his grip on her hand. His ck eyes held a hint of amusement and warmth.
Under his gaze, Marion’s face turned red. “I, | was just about to go home.”Property ? N?velDrama.Org.
“Then let’s go home.”
She nodded, and the grandeur she disyed when she left home in the morning hadpletely vanished when Lucas took her
hand.
Did he genuinely not know she was angry, or was he pretending not to know?