The Bride’s Revenge

Chapter 402 But There Are No ‘Ils* Chapter 402 But There Are No ‘Ifs* Marion was caught off guard by his question, “But there are no ‘ifs*,” If it were true, she did not know what she would do.

After all, Kirk had not confessed anything, so there was not much she could do.

Lucas pinched her earlobe, “So evasive.” Marion chuckled then quickly changed the subject, “What are we going to eat?” Leaning back, Lucas looked at her, “We’ll eat what you like.” Marion thought about it. It was just as good as saying nothing! Meanwhile, Kirk's car came to a slow stop.

The rear door opened, and Greg got in.

As soon as he sat down, he noticed Kirk's gloomy expression.

Greg clicked his tongue, “Who got on your nerves?” Kirk did not say anything and simply raised his hand to pull down the brim of his baseball cap to cover his face entirely.

Unable to get a response, Greg turned to his assistant behind him, “What's up with your boss, Jeremy? Jeremy Hanks also had no idea what was going on. He shrugged, “I don’t know either. He just suddenly became moody.” “Wasn't he filming the promotional video with Marion today?” After finally getting a chance to spend time with their crush, why would Kirk be unhappy? “Yeah,” Jeremy did not know about Kirk's feelings towards Marion, so he did not understand why Kirk had suddenly changed his demeanor.

Greg was very curious, but no matter how much he asked, Kirk remained tight-lipped.

However, it did not take long for Greg to find out why Kirk was so upset.

As luck would have it, Kirk had barely stepped out for a meal before running into Marion and Lucas.

During Marion's recent birthday, the commotion caused by Lucas had the entire entertainment industry abuzz.

Kirk seemed unaffected for the past few days, but today, his guard was down.

Seeing Marion and Lucas together, Greg understood why Kirk's mood had turned sour.

Chapter 402 But There Are No “Ifs* LIZ Marion had not even noticed Kirk's feelings, yet he had to watch his sweetheart being all lovey—dovey with her husband. If it were him, Greg felt he would not just be feeling sour.

Poor Kirk, indeed.

Marion had not eaten well at noon, and with the strenuous filming session, she had accidentally overindulged again.

Lucas had finished his meal long ago and watched as she continuously stuffed food into her mouth.

When she was done, Lucas looked at her with a smirk, “Had enough?” “Yeah,” Marion replied, casting a glance at her slightly bulging belly, her jeans already feeling tight.

She tried to suck in her stomach, but it remained visibly rounded.

Feeling embarrassed under Lucas’s gaze, Marion's face flushed, “Let's go home.” Suddenly she let out a burp.

“You've overeaten again, haven't you?” Lucas teased.

“No!” Marion protested.

Lucas poured her a glass of water, “Really?”

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There was a knock on the door of the private room. The staff member who had been sent to hy &okadidS for Lcas trad with the medication, “Mr. Craig, here are the antacids you requested.” Lucas nodded as he took out a hundred—dollar bill from his wallet, “Thank you.”

“Thank you, Mr. Craig,” the staff member said, Peltor om xyes (Qo) Geto ¢ leaving discreetly.