Chapter 118
Chapter 118 No Escaping Now While he answered the phone, Marion silently mouthed the question, “Should | leave?” She had noticed that the call was from Lucas's father.
It did not take much guessing to know that it was a call to ‘reprimand’ Lucas, and as the supposed‘ culprit’, Marion felt it was appropriate to give them some space.
Lucas glanced at her, and as she prepared to get up, he leaned forward and took hold of her wrist. The grip was not too strong, but the warmth emanating from his palm onto her wrist was constant.
Marion instinctively curled her fingers and attempted to withdraw her hand, but as soon as she moved, the pressure from his hand increased slightly.
Lucas tilted his head to look at her, and feeling embarrassed, Marion blushed and refrained from moving any further. The spacious room became quiet, and Marion stood just half a meter away from Lucas.
On the other end of the call, Arthur’s anger was palpable, and his voice resonated with escalating fury.
Marion listened awkwardly as the conversation unfolded.
“Within a month, you have to divorce that woman!”
“That’s my wife.”
“Formalities don’t make a wife. What you two have is nothing more than a base connection without any proper ceremony!” “And what about you and Mrs. Roy?”
Lucas paused for a moment, then chuckled. “Adulterer and adulteress?”
Marion sighed. Lucas was bolder than she expected.
“If you insist on not divorcing Marion then leave Radiant Group.”
“| should remind you, my mother owns thirty percent of Radiant Group shares.”
“In that case, step down from your position as chairman! Whoever marries Alice, between you and Phillip, one of you will get my shares in Radiant Group!”
“Whatever you say.”
Then the call was abruptly disconnected.
Marion could no longer hear the rest of the conversation. Lucas hung up the phone. After hanging up the phone, Lucas glanced at her.
Marion felt guilty. “I didn’t hear anything.”
Chapter 118 No Escaping Now
As soon as she said it, she regretted the words. What was the difference between voicing her thoughts and admitting guilt? “It doesn’t matter even if you heard it,” he said nonchalantly.
He released his grip on her wrist, and his gaze fell on the noodles. “Did you make this?” Marion breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that he truly did not seem to care. “Yes.” What else could she have done?
Lucas remained silent, then lowered his head to eat the noodles.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.
Marion sat there, thinking about the intense phone call between Lucas and his father.
The amount of information revealed was overwhelming.
Fortunately, she was just a stand-in wife. Otherwise, the pressure would have been immense.
Marion patted her chest, and Lucas, noticing her gesture, asked, “Feeling unwell?”
She smiled awkwardly and her ears turned red. “No.”
Lucas looked at her thoughtfully, “Miss Marion, do you regret it?”
Marion wanted to say yes, but as she faced those dark eyes, she did not dare. She could only respond vaguely. “Not really.” “That’s good then.”
He put down his fork, and his lips curled into a mocking smile. “If you regret it now, it might be a bit too late.” For some reason, under his gaze, Marion felt like a little white rabbit locked in by a big bad wolf.
She swallowed nervously and insisted, “I... | probably won't regret it.”
“Well, that’s for the best then.‘
After all, there was no escaping now.