Chapter 1145



Belinda walked over, her voice soft yet inquisitive. “Lucas, why didn’t you have dinner? Did you have something urgent to do?”

Lucas didn’t respond—not even a glance in her direction.

“Lucas?” Belinda called again, her brows knitting together. “Why are you ignoring me? Did something happen?”

Still, Lucas acted as if he hadn’t heard her, his eyes fixed on the screen.

Belinda narrowed her eyes. Her lips pressed together in thought.

So… she was the reason for his bad mood?

Belinda approached Lucas and sighed. “Lucas, if you’re mad at me, at least tell me why. What did I do?”

She couldn’t help but feel a little aggrieved.

She truly couldn’t figure out what she had done to upset Lucas.

Lucas continued to ignore Belinda.

Before long, Belinda let out a resigned breath. “Fine. If you want to sulk, go ahead.”

Without another word, she turned on her heel and strode toward the door.

Lucas’ head snapped up.

She was leaving? Just like that? And she didn’t even look back. She simply stepped out and closed the door behind her.

Lucas froze.

How could she have just left like that?

She knew he was upset, and yet, she didn’t even try to comfort him? She just walked away?

Frustration boiled within Lucas.

His jaw tightened as he forced himself to focus on his screen, but the words blurred into meaningless symbols. No matter how hard he tried, all he could think about was Belinda.

After a while, the study door creaked open once more.

Belinda stepped in, carrying a plate in her hands.

She marched over to Lucas’ desk and set the plate down. “Being mad is one thing, but skipping meals is another,” she said. “I made this pasta myself. You better finish it. If you don’t… you’ll see what happens.”

Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked right back out.

Lucas stared after her, then looked down at the plate. The rich aroma of the pasta wafted up to him, and despite the fact that he was still a bit upset, the corners of his lips curled slightly. His anger was no match for the warmth that spread through him at Belinda’s small act of care. Without hesitation, he picked up his fork and dug in.

By the time Lucas returned to the bedroom, two hours had passed.

Belinda had already showered and was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, flipping through a stack of patient files.

Hearing Lucas enter, she glanced up. “Did you eat the pasta?” she asked.

Lucas didn’t answer. Instead, he walked over and sat beside her on the couch. A moment passed before he finally spoke, his voice low but firm. “Belinda, I’m upset with you.”

Belinda arched an eyebrow as she processed Lucas’ words.

Setting the medical records aside, she met his gaze directly and asked, “Why are you upset with me?”

Lucas didn’t hesitate. “Did you just come back from visiting Darwin at the hospital?”

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