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Chapter 81 Why Are You Angry?
Lucas was in disbelief, and Marion’s face instantly turned crimson. She licked her lips and was about to
say something, but he had already opened the car door and stepped out.
He stood by the door and looked down at her. “Is your leg still hurting?”
Marion hurriedly got out of the car. “It’s not hurting anymore, you don’t need to take such pains to help
me!”
“Okay.” He said and took her wrist, as he moved her to the side before lifting his hand to close the car
door.
“Don’t just stand there, come inside,” he said.
Marion nodded absently. “Oh.”
She followed Lucas inside, momentarily forgetting that her right calf was not fully functional yet.
After a few steps, she felt a twinge of pain.
Instinctively, she took a sharp breath. Lucas, who was ahead, stopped and turned to look at her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“I thought it wasn’t hurting?”
“I just didn’t-”
Before she could finish her sentence, she was already lifted off the ground.
Marion noticed that she was getting used to being carried by Lucas. She did not resist and allowed him
to carry her into the villa without any protest.
Lucas’s stamina was impressive. Marion did not consider herself overweight, given her height.
Weighing around 100 pounds on her 5‘ 5 frame, she appeared somewhat slender. Despite this, every
time Lucas carried her, it seemed effortless, and his grip remained firm.
As she thought about it, Marion glanced at his arms.
Because he was holding her firmly, the biceps under his shirt were pressed tightly, and with just one
glance, one could see the strength in them.
Marion thought about his bare, well–defined arms. It was a sensual image. She imagined that his
abdominal muscles would be just as attractive, would they not? She swallowed nervously and felt the
heat creep up her face.
When Lucas placed her on the sofa, he glanced at her. Marion felt embarrassed by
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her thoughts. “Thank you, Mr. Craig.”
Lucas was indifferent to her gratitude. “What do you want to drink?”
“Water.”
She was thirsty. “Warm water,” she clarified.
Lucas walked to the island and prepared warm water for her. It was only then that Marion noticed
something different about this villá compared to her last visit.
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Marion sighed in relief. It could not be that there was only one room again, right?
Lucas returned with the water and sat beside her. He watched her drink the water while she glanced
around the place. He had guessed what was on her mind and smirked secretly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter a few sips of water, Marion turned to Lucas. “Mr. Craig, how many rooms are there in this place?”
“How many rooms do you want?”
“As long as it’s not just one room.”
Her wish was not too difficult to fulfill.
Lucas drank most of his soda water, and said casually, “Your wish is my command–more than one
room.”
Marion breathed a sigh of relief. She had been worried about where she would sleep. However, the
person beside her suddenly stood up.
“The rooms are mostly on the second floor. Pick one for yourself. I have something to do. I’ll be in the
study. If you need anything, come find me.”
With that, he went upstairs.
Marion watched his departing figure and blinked her eyes in puzzlement. She had not said anything
wrong just now! Why did he get angry?
Unable to figure it out, Marion decided not to dwell on it. She could always coax him later.
She found that Lucas was not difficult to persuade. He was slightly petty and got angry over small
things, Well, it served her right for having a temper of her own.